I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

But outer Space,
At least this far,
For all the fuss
Of the populace
Stays more popular
Than populous

He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds’ song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

Listen, it's a beautiful thing
when distilled to its essence;
reduced to its purest form.
A paradox and a paradigm;
a paragon of perfection.
Epic in its arythmetic
progression; poetic.
Like Chinese arithmetic,
so hard it hurts. Yet soft
and exquisite, like a bubble
of love caught in a beating heart.
That place where poetry starts.

I have been a walking hallowed shell of a man for a while now, when people ask why I could be so sad over a relationship that wasn't that long I look them in the eyes and I tell them, time stopped when I was with her
So to you it may have seemed like months, but for me, it was years, decades, everything, it was everything I could have wanted you see
I swear her smile was weaved out of Sunrays, and I'm made of ice because anytime she flashed it, I'd begin to melt, she warmed me, and it's beautiful
Because separate, were both just there but what we can be together that, is something real, you see the sun and water create the rain cycle, together we support life
She shined on me, I fell hard, and all that did was make a rainbow, she illuminated the beauty in both of us, but I suppose she was a dangerous force, because eventually.... She just evaporated me entirely, and she continued to shine elsewhere