the earth wrapped me in her green grape leafs, gave me nectarines for eyes, and a lightning bolt for lips,
Implanted smooth river rocks for hips,
Drift wood for thighs, and every seed known to man kind for a smile,
We are made of nature.

I had painted a heart
        out of a broken brush.
My strokes were wild,
        slant, straight, and
                                    ~curve.
It was a masterpiece
        that I colorfully assume.
Different hues spread
        all over the canvass ---
Green
Red
Tequila
Kiss
         --- that was seen thru your
Skin; bones;
And your beautiful soul.
You were a work of art.
No. We were.

I am snared
In a false system
Not of MY making.

What I am trying to do
Is
Extricate
My unique self
From it.

I am compelled!

Because?
I can
See through
The facade.

When you can feel it, but unable to express it
When you cherish it's softness, the tenderness from which it comes
Yet pleasurable to experience more of it,
Because if it is never experienced there is no love,
The beauty of love is pain,
Both intermingled and it's so subtle to differentiate the two,
For the Harmony of it brings the rhythm
The missing and the pain, the feeling that it can never be consumated yet the in depth of heart it still exists
It is a melody a very slow one without which I would never live today
It's the memory, the shared little things that holds me together,
The knowing that you are happy at another 's hands is itself a joy
For in your smile I live
I live in every thing you do,
The care you give, though I may not be there yet it is so wonderful to know you cherish the values we shared together,
Every little mistakes we committed and corrected and the coordination with which you made me write a story
A story that has so many colours
And for bringing back to life
The energy and the zest for life
The little things you told will itself sing as a song
For in that song lives a life
A life that wants to still live
For in your happiness I live.