On the menu,
open eyes , a smile,
the morning rod has risen,
the sun it rises too.

Sweat filled sheets,
the prior evenings music,
the scent of which I crave,
created by our body heat.

Dinner was gourmet as breakfast now awaits,
dessert had a sweetness never tasted,
my breakfast palette lies yearning,
it yearns my bodies fate.

Look beyond the midnight skies
well past where the dim light dies
What you might find in the dark
is a brand new way to realize

Look beyond what your eyes see
to where your thoughts try to flee
What you might find in your mind
is a brand new way to be free

You ain't got a dress that I don't like

You ain't got a pair of jeans that don't fit you just right

There's not a minute in the day

That you don't knock me out, you don't ******* away

But, girl, now that the sun's gone down
(whoa-oh-oh)

Looking at you right here and now, baby!


Somethin' about that southern sky
Sitting back behind that moon
It goes perfect with your eyes
Girl, tonight looks good on you
It's something about the way you're smiling
Making the stars fall right on queue
I just gotta tell you, baby
Tonight looks good on you... ..


I can taste the midnight on your lips

Makes me just wanna lean in for another kiss

Wind blowing your hair around

Girl, it makes me want to lay you down

You've been beautiful a million times

But I've never seen you look like this, no

I can tell by the look in your eyes
that you've been hurtin

You know I'll never let you down oh, no

And I'll try anything to keep it workin

You gave me time to find out
what my heart was lookin for

And what I'm feelin inside... ..

In your eyes

I want to see your love again,
in your eyes

I never want this feeling to end

It took some time to find the light

But now I realize... ..

I can see the heaven in your eyes

The cosmic feeling that overwhelms you when you find a soul like in this video that simply....makes you smile when you breathe them in.

Rain is fun.

My poetic longing is fun.

My poetic muse search is stimulating.

life is poetic!

poems are everywhere and,

a poem I am.

a poem you are.

poetry is my fuel.

fuel to burn my
poetic fire and desires.

islands of fantasy where
the ocean top shimmers like flawless diamonds and
my soulmate breaks its surface.

summertime
puddles are deeper than
most.

the swooshing from the traffic
along the rain soaked roadway behind me lets me know that I am alive.

and while I am alive... ..
a poem I am.

one day
you may be the paper/muse that i insert my ink
in to... ..

in the rain,
at isleview
park,
along
the river
i sit.

a muse is what
i seek.
a muse is what
i seek.

sometimes... ..

muses are like
hide and seek.