Dream: Aged Honesty

In a dream of aged honesty he walked through quiet areas of old and dusty discovery. Her energy, the soft slightly tangy scent that had filled his mind so often, came and went as cliché as a breeze in meadow. The articles written of her in the newspaper of his personal universe scattered and brushed … Continue reading Dream: Aged Honesty

To Think of You as a Map

To think of you as a map: To think that once I did not see you as I now do, the compass rose of your eyes: a rose from your lips a compass from the intent of your mind pulsating beautiful bronze-age thoughts to the crisp edges of you, beyond to the earth. To think … Continue reading To Think of You as a Map

Let Us Become One

To the sweet girl who quietly maintains the chaos of my soul, to her candied lips of white chocolate cherry, the rum filling of her tongue, to the whipped cream softness of her navel and the down of her small arms, to her glittering soul, ethereal like a kite released to storm: tossing wildly and … Continue reading Let Us Become One

Seeking the Morning Dew

Feeling the purity of life today how lovely and innocent it all is when flitting birds and butterflies are aflight in the dewy down of the soul Smelling the sweetness of baking vanilla, feeling the arousal of every afternoon sun, hearing the crunch of the days passed, how they burble like a river falling through … Continue reading Seeking the Morning Dew

Hourglass and Sand

I'm tryin not to I swear that I'm really trying not to I'm tryin' not to write about you, but hot damn it's difficult when you do these simple human things that you do, your satisfaction in sneezing for one, plain amuses me to no end, and yes, to answer your blatant question, your nose … Continue reading Hourglass and Sand