I see your beauty through cables and wires,
Lines that marked "progress" in other ages.
I watch and wait for you to be wire free,

When suddenly it occurs to me,
You move like musical notes up a scale.
O, play your glorious symphony for me!

As I watch you rise in my sky, shaking free, so bright
Your image is superimposed behind lids closed tight
I may go blind from your splendored beauty.

And see a million suns for all eternity.

I was one thing now I'm another
You touched me deep

I try to peek into what I used to be
But it's been smothered

I gave it a funeral the other day
And I have to say

I bloomed beneath your touch
Felt the spring bouquet was too much

But you wrapped it with a big fat bow
Then you turn to let me know

I love you

And in a breath, I melt away
A new me is here to stay

Because I love you, too

You ******* a kiss from across the room
Boom

I catch it in my hand, but it escapes to the moon
Too soon

I reach for you as you draw near
No fear

I know we are tethered even if we stretch
It far

You rubber-band back to me
See

Later we get into our car
Drive

Then like a wisp of fog
Disappear

Dissipating into each other
Forever together

Succeed

Love, it's a beautiful thought.  I find,
However, in my many long years wrought
That love is what you make it.  

It is an animal you ride
And whose spirit you break in its taming.  
Love is what you make it,

It is there for the claiming.
It bucks and throws you off, and yet
With each fall you get up and each time

Climb back onto a more ruled beast
And you, a more seasoned rider.
Love is how you break it.

So, try to enjoy the ride.

Metamorphosis
The art of embracing transformation
The butterfly knows

The magical chrysalis
A curtain surrounding and hiding
Lead to gold

Alchemy's
Noble metals embrace the change
Molecular royalty

Elements in crucibles
Heat within Earth's crust
Pressure making diamonds

Plasticity, purposed
Life withdraws and reemerges
Days shorten and lengthen

Seasons of Earth's cycles
Re-emergence of life after winter dormancy
Flowers burst from buds

With each revolution
Hidden dynamics await explosions of change
Adapting to an evolving will

Evocative
Liquidating what something once was
Wrought from the inside out

Life itself
Bursting with a sense of possibilities
Moments of physicality

And we imagine
We dream possibilities
We crave fantastical change

If we are brave
If we are flexible as is nature
A mind is our most valuable instrument

Filled with ephemeral nature,
Fragility, and beauty
Consistent change dependable

Retreat into self
Re-emerge as something new
Butterflies certainly do

Life is a vessel
Which holds both the real and the hypothetical
Creativity

Poor, stupid, and
Preferably Dead

Squashed like bugs
You’re no longer a drain

Their pockets bulge
While you become a husk

Problem solved

Listen to the slow blooming of these words
Unhurried in their ink soaking into paper,

Like flesh consuming and being consumed,
Like water drowning and being drowned.

They rush in, yet slowly are moving forward
Wrapping the brain in cellophane to smother.

It will decay and the rot will feed, be fed,
As the words and our brains grow anew.