mary mary
excavate the soil
bury the roots
quite contrary 
the ground feels violated 
(as do i)
with silver bells
they penetrate invasively 
with no regard or remorse
and cockle shells
the soil recoils
let's the being consume
and so my garden grows

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.

The easiness that comes with loving you is frightening
I've never really been that good at anything in particular
But I've never wanted anything so much as I want to spend the rest of my life with you
To hold you every night while I sleep
And kiss your face every morning when I awake
So the question is not,
"Do I love you?" or "How do I love you?"
But rather,
"How could I ever stop?"

Tight faded blue jeans
Sinking below sea level.
Rolled up the ankle
Like a late 80's fad.

Moon rising over drunk New Years Eve.
And footsteps, alarmingly, from the East.