footsteps approach your bed
like nothing you have ever heard
excitement? or maybe dread?

footsteps in your mind
keep these for the last dance
match the tempo, step to time

when I am entranced
by a person I delight
in taking a piece that I admire
and melding it into my desire
then they become part of me

I am a patchwork of souls
I take mementos as I please

in sky in sea bright heart afire
your song opens my souls desire
I am transfixed by your power
I bask in your voice, this evening hour
you are so operatic, magnetic
rhythms driving sensation across my skin
exultant, driven, nearly hectic
so delightful, almost sin
my pen dandles across the paper
my mind grasps at your fleeting form
trying to hold, and capture
this fluid thing that brings me rapture

the tiny infinities filling in the tiny spaces
where curves cavort and delight
and cavort and delight
lower dimensions folded and folded
probing and venturing the curves and the space
and elevate with repetition
the space filling curve
delight in the heightening
of the space filling curve
the delectable duplicated declensions
going downwards through the space and the curve
infinite unwinds and opens, relaxed
the space is filled, the curve, unpacked

lately lounging lazily
lavish luxuriant lull
loosely leaning leftwards
lightly lilting lyrics
languorous lively locals
LOVELY

green men in green light
stretched, twisted,
in the midst of occult rite
verdant figures of living dead

the abyss stares where the face should be
something quavers the soul
a caged being that must not be set free
to gaze within is to be the fool

gaze averted, the world begins to bleed
ascend, ascend, the turning gyre
the virulent green, a germinating seed
entrance the mind, bring forth desire

left                                                             ­                                                right
to my                                                               ­                                    on track
    own devices                                                          ­      to my future self,
    i tend to go                                                             endless possibilities
        astray                                                  ­            but only one choice
        i wander and                                                           and I wonder
            i ask the universe gleefully,       who will I be tomorrow?
            what's out there for me to see?        the answer is silence
                 and so I go onwards and inwards, journey of soul
                 i go downwards and outwards, a venture so bold
                     life branches and twines, a kissing canopy
                     unified in the end, I'm where I ought to be