Sunlight, pouring through her sea
blue eyes, we melt into one gooey
mess, ‘better than drugs’

Flowers bend their necks, pleading to be
plucked free, to slowly wilt on the bedside
table, or against the window pane

Her touch melts through me with more intensity than  
that romantic fire ball caressing the horizon,
swallowed by the sea and trading places with the stars

Now that I have heard her voice,
soft like flower petals drifting along a warm wind
I resign to lay in fields until my bones become dust,
draped in roses and lilies, chrysanthemums and love

My night is devoured by her grasp
and we become everything

living in my skull, an eremite
destroyed by the osculation
of an ingenue apparition

The cloud looked down, it tried to reach out a hand but the wind pushed it away, “Ive got this one” it said.

The flowers looked on, straining their necks in curiosity.
I pulled off one of their heads and handed it to the wind, “thanks for looking out”.

The sun shook, stepped aside to let the moon cover up his disappointment. “Don’t worry, he will grow out of it”, she sang.

In their passing dance, the sea pulled back, baring its pearly whites.

“At least I don’t have ***** in my teeth!”, I screamed to the pervasive night sky.

I know that when we meet
it'll be like when the sea met the land
they've been kissing ever since

born underneath a dying sun, the little sparrow lost her voice to the world
the way the trees around her bent and twisted to the ground led her to believe all things should fall
instead of using her wings as sails to lift herself to the skies, she used them like shovels
digging straight through to the heart

with a furiously confused motivation, down and down she went
though before too long she discovered a fat slithering worm
comsumed with hunger she devoured
becoming overjoyed with a magical energy
without pausing a moment to consider the implications,
she leapt through the clouds,
screaming like a savage aural goddess
piercing the day with her wonderful exuberance

the storms may come, let them come
change the color of the sea, let them come
the face may darken, toss and turn
the moon laughs
the creatures that live so deep
they rest soundly in their beds
without concern
this Love vibrates along the ocean floor
untouched

scribbled heartbeats hidden in pages
breath pulsing against the cheek
a heart that thumps beneath fingertips
grass blades breaking under the weight of two bodies stacked
and mouths smacked together

time is irrelevant
the rest are just ghosts
& the world
will slide into shadow with the bright of conjoined lives

the romantics have been pushed to sea
the ***** in our skulls dissuading the heart from leaping
where did the skeptics slink from?
slide back into your passionless tomb

this life is a heartbeat long
and it’s being wasted
on pebbles painted yellow
weigh down your pockets and when you find True Gold
hope that you have the courage to slice open the sleeves
and let the fools tumble out

the aching brilliance of the universes cruel joke
that fear that keeps us from leaping in fully
its a sad slide into lonely suicide
when you find the golden one
hold on and let the Love destroy what you were
and blossom you into what never dies

In the field where the stars turn into roses
come, take a risk
that is no risk
for Love like this is an embrace
that will never end.