sweetest writer,
climb forth from the deep trench
in my heart's wound
and quench my thirst for love

dear doctor of written expression,
incant the melody, cure this malady
with verses that expose the affinity
that is inherit between her and I

smith of words,
hammer out a spell to please a vampire
with a quick, orangy sunset to transpire
wield the blade of dusk
against the morning star until it expires

as we conspire to set our bed on fire
there is no consequence too dire
for my one and only desire

master lyricist,
compose the sensual phrases
a song in whispers that ripens
her delicious fruit until ready for savoring

and last, to the dear poet within,
feed the lust filled inclinations of creatures
that hunger for each other's bare skin

allow your words to manifest
her sensuality alike a tinderbox
so I may then ignite her fantasies!

Sitting up
On the shelf
Between the cucumbers and zucchini
Delicate vegetables in hues of yellow
Longing to be returned to the garden.

Gazing down
At me,
Little squash
Freshly taken from a crate
In the back of the refrigerated truck
On a long journey from what was familiar.
Far traveled, the linoleum strikingly different
From the warm soil baked by the sun,
Your kin next to you, safe and sprinkled
With the earth.
Plucked from the branch,
Swept away from the flowery buds
Unassumingly awaiting your same fate.
Dragged through the air,
Your once carefully placed existence,
Groomed to perfection,
Basking in the life of the warm garden,
No longer holds you to it.

In the market,
The mist sweeps down,
Reminding you of home.
Reminiscent,
You long of the same thunderstorms that captivate me,
Feeling the earth and her tears from heaven on my skin.
Absorbing,
As if you were
A sponge
Taking in your surroundings,
Holding them dear and flourishing
In your environment,
Only to be rung out,
Waiting to take in more,
Never of the same matter.

Befriended by a billowing beast
Who came a knocking on my door
Smiling in a bullish way
Was a fearsome minotaur*

'Excuse me sir, not to intrude
But do you have some sugar you could lend?
I've just moved into the neighbourhood,
I hope such Impertinence doesn't offend.'

Nervously i filled the sugar bowl
He regaled its pewter beauty
'Sir you are most erudite'
Gave a wink 'you are a cutie!'

This is why I'm on this date
I didn't think its wise to refuse.
I'm too much of a simpering coward
To upset a man with sharpened hooves

Oh— to be a Pothos vine
Crawling towards the light
Always takes her precious time
Makes every room so bright!
Oh— to be a golden green
With marbled fronds so lush
She, the thriving Houseplant Queen
Makes other flora blush!
But, lo— beneath her heavenly form
Her truest magic resides
For through the winter and the storm
She’s balanced as the tides
Oh— to have that perfect Pothos Power
Flourishing through the night
Oh— to grow and never to cower
No matter how daunting the fight
For it’s her courage that we envy,
Her fortitude that we fear
Her resilient leafy frenzy
That will suddenly appear
Even when you think she’s dead and gone
The stars will still align
A tiny sprout will bloom at dawn  
The mighty Pothos vine!