We hang so much
on the desire for love.
Its too heavy a load
for any emotion
to carry.

My favorite memory,
us lying there
still coupled...
At peace.

If Quantum mechanics is right
All that has been,
all that is
and all that will
or might be...
All exist at the same time.
If so somewhere
in time/space
the stars are campfires of the ancestors.
Ancient rituals are performed at Stonehenge.
Three wise men brush off the dust of ages
to follow a star.
Somewhere,
the deadly ovens still burn.
All that is happening now
in real time,
and every potential future,
from a cinder of an earth
to paradise
is all happening
at once.

The moon soars across the sky,
chasing clouds
behind the stars.

Free to the first caller,
one set of dreams,
another of hopes.
No longer needed...

There are three souls
in every relationship.
The two...
And the one created
by their dancing.

The morning after love,
stains on the sheets.

The morning after love,
tears on the pillow.