The fabric of my pillowcase
Matches your eyes
As I close mine
My mind begins to memorialize

Like adolescents we were
Jumping over a fire
Hand in hand
The love and desire

Embracing one another
Now part of the scenery
The sun begins to fall
Oh, the irony

Gliding through the night
Our tongues collide
With dew on the grass
We hold on for the ride

Simply stunning.
So divine.

A bed of peonies,
                               grow thicker.
Sweet, subtle touch.
Summertime.

Year after year,
                          the bed will be there.
For comfort.
Who could ask for more?

Look out the window,
                                       the moonlight shore.
The waves crashing beneath.
Just out of reach.                  

We have so much here,
                                        to live for.

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

            fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

      beauty       .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
        (but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

          thou answerest


them only with

                          spring)

What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
Between being skillful,
Such as a *******,
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?

*Well, replied a prostitue,
One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.

Which is which?
The educator responded.

Depends, said the *******,
On the pay and benefits.

Moonlight reappears
You and I both know
If it feels right
Embrace and go

Liquor pours
Your favorite record plays
Compose yourself as I grow tall
Look

As our silhouettes dance on the wall
Tonight we can live our dreams
But forgive me
It just seems

That you are holding back
Please don’t hold back
Let it out
Live our dreams