I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.

I found in me,
An imperfection
So perfect
In its own imperfect way.
Or
I found in me
A perfect imperfection.

Does insanity knows it is insanity?
No, only sanity knows.

~

O’ sunrise, yon orchid shimmer’d glow
I pray, heed my humble plea,
cast your light o’er sleeping fields
a’ flow of gold leaf mist
illumined ‘pon sweet breeze whispers,
so that my love shall awaken
amidst the splendor of
honeycomb essence driftings
gently caressing her face,
warming her rose petal skin,
lifting her parfait smile
so I too may bask in the impeccable
*beauty of this morning

~

Dancing in the flame beneath a flickered candle's light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen
Standing present on a distant shore

Gentle waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet
As walls I find about me steadfast true
With only but this window do witness every need
This vision that does flood my mind of you

Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are
Upon the golden wings of whispered pleas
While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone
Now praying as I fall upon my knees

My angel of the waters with the breezes in your hair
Feel this love which flows upon the wind
There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands
Beginnings that I cherish once again

Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down  
Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee
Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams
Yours is but the love which holds the key

Free me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon
Place your eyes upon this tear stained face
Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here
Hand in hand along the shore to trace

We shall leave our footprints by the lake that you call home
Rows of two now stretching far and wide
Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart
*Lock my love away so deep inside

Tell me your troubles
And I’ll tell you mine
And meanwhile the
Great world spins
We are artists
En plein air
Your impressionistic strokes
Coalesce into a formless
Gray corona
Beneath the sea.
It might be a shark
Or a porpoise
I will never know
Until it rises to the surface
Will it eat
or draw breath?

My strokes are baroque
A tenebristic composition
Of dark and light tones
A bee on a peony
Your eyes fall to its
Barbed stinger

Show me your soul
And I will show you mine
And meanwhile
It’s all an art
On how we spin things