a  kite thrives
on passion,
holding on
   by
      a
         thin
            cord
               that
                  only
                     one
                        soul
                           completes

but when the kite
becomes snared in
power lines of reason,
it is every lover's loss

The tigress stalks the jungle.
Her muscles ripple to testify to her strength.
Her eyes and ears are keen.

Is she looking for prey or is this a game cats play?

I wonder if she knows how dangerous she is
(She already own my heart)
Or does she know how willingly I give it?

a prayer that all things
be made beautiful
that oneness is one hand
joined to every other hand
mine to yours
and love that connects
two hands can create

the lotus rises from the muck,
while orchids take root in the
most inhospitable of places.
other plants are born out of dung,
but love can only subsist in
the human imagination.

there's a place
where there are no masks
not the teacher, the poet,
the lover or the scoundrel
only a trickle of blood,
stretching to infinity

there's a place,
which has the driest turkey,
inedible vegetables,
tasteless stuffing, and bland sides,
but there's nothing better to
remind us that we are home

I took your dreams
Your secrets
Laughing away the hours
But when I left
I had only emptiness

I caress you after
Bleeding out my tenderness
To your vulnerability

I dream of you
My heart wishing
What my mind
Knows cannot be