the times will come
where
       when is all desolate
    and the what is ruin amidst
           so many of how.
                  but within the love lost and love
found,
            I'll be thinking of you.

the best poems that have been
made haven't been fully written
down with just words.
little pieces ?
  sure.
     Our memory can
      only really keep
              so much.

      But to see the
          poems flow
like the crowds of the multitudes
       that are a part of city streets,
             it is there that I feel
                everything;

              it is all fully written
                      down.

              Presently, I watch the
         Writer writing unrivaled opus.
                            the waves of wind.
                                   honking horns.
                                 the steps of feet.

                                    a child laughs.

she's afraid he might just be more than everything she could have wanted.
the life, of endearment and comfort,
of excitement, of trouble, and the dreamy star-stuffs of the vision over hills.

but really, he is only just enough for her.
(he consists of only- like, hallmark platitudes)
and she deserves to be within " you are good and better of enough ".

you play off my instincts like a predator.
your bite is enough to drown in.
your fight is enough to dose in.
your lips are like 100 roses
and I'm aware your blood excites
my taste.
your tongue's touch perverts
from the wickedness.
and the love is wildly bountiful;
I am liberated.
just one of your kiss,
is enough for my benediction.

make your muse the poet
and you shall be the muse.
make your poet the muse
and you shall be the poet.

are we clashing when I pull you thus ?
closer to my beating chest.
the spirit of
spinning our bodies,
but we're also making our
mind.

anew
from the
old.
awe
flashes my
eyes.
divine
is your
smite.

dance like your life depends on it

move like you are the song

and I shall listen to all of you within it.

your love shines through,
like a snowy midday.

" May I have your autograph ? "



Sometimes these shows make
me breathless.
just-
stunned.