She looks up at me
from upon the floor
so soft as wings of owl
they wonder exactly what i see
she grins at me as i lock the door...
pleasant roaring? nay just growl.

her fangs bite into my neck
lightly so, but blood still flow
to more than just my wound....
she makes my body wreck
even more than she could know
our howls now entuned.

she rides through the night,
trots and gallops i am her steed
ferocios passion, she rides yet more
tense i crumble, and liquid moonlight
ina room with no windows, finally freed
i struggle to breathe, can't take much more.

she rides unhindered for a moment longer
til she convulse, contract, collapse upon my chest
roar? nay she purrs, such soft a sound
rough we breathe, mine arms around her
she's done her part, now i the rest...
i know in my heart i love this one, and love was found

we talked of
Collaborations.
Pieces of poets
Put together.
In lines.
You spoke,
and asked
if I would like to.
What could I say
besides
an exhilarated yes.
But one I can’t quite place.
There was…
Some connection there.  
In that moment.
Honestly, I am glad for my uncertainty
In my giddiness’s origin.
And I doubt
One collaboration will be enough
I’ll definitely want more of them.

You used to bring out the best in me, but now you make me worse
I used to think you were a blessing, now you're just a curse.
I reflect on the heart break that I had to endure
Now I suffer from an ache, an ache without a cure.

He hated all the poor and then
He must have even hated Jews
Really that should be in the news
If all I read were right wing tracts
I would accept the above as fact

what is this?
a shallow spark?
a dying ember?
a glint of sun in defrosting december?
what is this?
this is how i remember...

what is summer too?
is it the same to me as is to you?
its warm grasp and gentle rays,
reminisce of times with her and the days.

that we spent together,
the spectacular weather
and not ever having to question whether
the sun would ever, stop shining.

the warm summer morn
before we were torn
and cool starry night
and the tears i'd have to fight

through,
i remember what i'd say to you
and what i said now...
the season's changing
in my head

seasons change
but i stay the same
it seems a bit strange...
am i to blame?

i... i don't know anymore
the sun is blazing and the moon is hazy
they chase me
sometimes fight in the sky
i think to erase me

the grey wolves howl
blue dragons growl
tigers roar and on the prowl
they each have their flames
but this world and its games
and i don't know where casts the blames.

One train leaves Santa Fe going east at seven eleven
destination's unknown and the speed is irrelevant
Another leaves Boston at eight twenty five
We know when it left. When will it arrive?

If eighteen percent aboard are practicing Christians
and twenty eight percent are worshiping Krishna
what percent will be spared when the trains have collided?
Which subset will have a better chance of survival?

If there are five homosexuals with their life partners
and thirty two fundies with hate signs and markers
What are the odds that of the forty-two mentioned,
that ten gay folks survive.  Was it divine intervention?

If you factor and account for wind speed and sun
If you double check your figures (and carry The One)
Are those who climb from the wreckage unharmed
more righteous than the ones who lie dormant and calm?

How long will you stare silently at the equation
searching for a solution that leads to salvation?
When all is said and done at the end of the day
There are no survivors, so says F=ma

Walk the minefeilds of truth and face the dangers; with clear blue eyes under clear blue skies. Light up the fatal mile with your smile and know I was there before you. I walked the ground lost, searching for you at all cost and step by step, I fell to the danger. I the enemy, you the stranger.