and the oft sought for

..................................PERFECTION
what is it now?

days upon days that play
and ask us

to awaken from
somnambulance

and to ACCEPT
the- one-gift-sacred

and to acknowledge
that-all-is-really-mystery

softly bodies emerging
from their sleep-walking

softly touching merging mating
loving the sharing that true life
necessitates

doing so magnificently
that which we all know
must be done

so that all might have a chance
to simply "be"
and then
"become"

DO I LOVE YOU?
(WHAT OF THAT?)

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW........
ASK!

I PROMISE

TO ANSWER BACK

In an attempt to attain the creative sphere of somnambulance upon myself
a momentary fluctuation occurs in a weather god of rain.
March.
All we ask is for a kinder treatment (you don't have to like it)
I will sit and listen to the spells you whisper in my ear, coating drums in sweet disturbance, as long as it offers me a chance at a breathing pattern that will help keep me in touch and understood.

i lived in somnambulism,
Going through the motions,
Finding myself curled
ontop of the refrigerator,
Working surrounded
by walls of grey tears,
Seeing faces only as
muffled blurs of color,
Pinching my arm,
Banging on doors,
none of which worked.
I was awake only in my fear
of living the rest of my life
Submerged in the bleary
Tape of a damaged
camera roll.