I count all my friends

and am left with five fingers --


to shake hands with you!

Can we begin again?
The clock is running down
10-year plan approaching completion
Another turn around the sun
Countdown has begun

Here's a dream, a wish, floated in the wind
Until it reaches you in a whisper

She nestled in her perch, overlooking the trees
Passers-by and aquatic rhythms of NYC

Candlelight glowing, radiating, ready to receive you
Silk stockings, black and white, perfectly see-through
And visible for only you to see

He comes to her, to celebrate and paint the town
With shades of love and romance

Leaving his perch in Dublin, traversing the sea
To finally see what's on the other side, where love resides

"We would first need to be in the same room together," he said, "in order to know."

Unless you have a freak flag hidden somewhere under that freshly-pressed shirt
We both know the world would stop spinning
The shift registered a permanent mark in the universal timeline
The time and space where love met

It's time to draw nearer, my love, burst through
And come face to face with the heart, hand, vision, passion
You've been holding within, a secret never whispered
Another life lived

Come to NYC to celebrate my turn around the sun
Move toward me, draw near, accept this love
Let's melt together and allow the world to shift

Say yes, book the flight, you're ready now
Lovesick and satisfied, seen and expressed, connected and expressing
Your truth, held and holding, want and wanting

Office is a place

of meeting where people talk --


and that creates work.

I ring the door with

my handbell and I'm welcome --


because it's mý bell.

There I was, staring from afar,
is it just the night scene that makes my periphery hazy? Or we're on a geomorphological process of meeting an another celestial body; you were standing there, wondrously daydream- like, as that time came unbeknownst to me.

There is a strange familiarity on you
that changes my animosities— a paradigm shift, and all the long way leads to you.

I don't stay on the side
I like to go together, get to know
people, have confidence, share
share my life, I look
for contact and butter up
anyone who can help me

It's you who I lure closer, who I lead
to chinks which I smooth
with butter honey, slowly
I pull you through
your shirt against me
to feel that you are there

You want to, but also you don't
so you get hot and take
the shirt off from the top
(I always take the bottom)
Half naked you run away
from your expectations

the clown of all creation
      mentors the room
anything goes
      in this 'pie in the face' meeting
somehow
      more productive than usual guff