May I...
      trace the lines
                on your face?
                    and read what's written
                           in your palms.
                                  I want to know
                                            If I'm a part of
                                  your future
                 and if such a fate is
written in the stars.
            I wish I could know,
                    what to do with every
                                 freckle on your skin
                                            May I connect each fleck
                           to the ones on my arms?
               near my heart,
I'd create a galaxy
            of lovely stars
                        and new worlds
                                        for us to see
                                          and I'd know it'd be so
                                                                heavenly...
                                                 so may I take
                                your hand in my own
                   and let our tapestries
collide for all time.

Waves unfurled like the backs of whales
Rolling in a tempestuous sea
With cresting foam like the heads of sails
Straining to break away free

The clouds bow down to touch the waves
The waves ****** high above
The wind whips up a howling dance
As sea and sky make love

Cori MacNaughton
25Mar2000

I think I love my wife ver.2

She’s a light skinned angel,
So pure,
And serene to the touch.
She’s so beautiful, angelic, the gatekeeper of my soul.
Without her I am nothing,
With her I am whole.
She trusts me unconditionally
And at night I hold her tight and expose to her my soul,
I tell her all my secrets, and that with her I wish to grow old.
And in the morning when she wakes beside her I lay.
Her face makes my heart smile before I start my day.
Together with her no longer am I alone.
Where ever she is, is where I call my home
She is my best friend, my lover, one whom I can spend all my life.
There’s no doubt about it I am in love with my wife.

i stuck my finger in her clouds

she roared my hydration, said i was impatient

now i lick her leaves, bit of left over water beads

solar condensation, giggled saturation

i clasped her trunk, fingerprints sunk

                           **she says ive got her bark drunk

We're all beautiful inside

i read someone saying "everyone has a happy ending, so where's mine?"
why would you want it to end?