unworthy.You: A vast oceanslipping between my fingers.I: A tap, leaking.
why all psychics are cheaters:loving you--battleship with amind reader:my missilesalways miss you; imiss you more.you winwhy do iplay games i know i'llalways lose ?probablybecause i'm playingagainst you
Bill's spleenBills spleenI hold my face in two hands.Yes, Im crying.I hold my ugly face in two handsto keep my eyes closed.Two hands protecting,two hands preventing,two hands soothingmy soul from leaving me in anger.I hold my face in two hands,just in your two hands.
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1winter crescent moonacross my breasts—he calls me wisteria2clouds under the moon—his touchyielding winter pears3open-air marketselecting ripe persimmons—warm scent of last night4green shoots forcedfrom the gardener's manure—we linger, moon watching5in bathrobeson a moonlit garden pathtoo cold out to be tempted6 our astrological elementsmy air to his fire—a position forevery phase of the moon7tangent moon—the sounds he makesa night creature's song8after, my streaming hairand moonlightfor his head to rest upon9outstretched limbs,the low-slung moonalso in repose10moon tides penetrate—he's still with meat dawn's first light
Harvest MoonThree a.m. moonlightacross lazy dust motes; atree scrapes the window.Your arm weighs on my hip likewhispered promises of love.
Iceboundmore infinite thanspace are memories madeblind in moonlightmoon-caressed watertrembles beneath the touch ofdawn's first breathcold morningcamouflage of ice,the waves' sigha flourishof snow cradles dawn,the ice solidifiesone hesitant stepleads a man's wanderlust thoughtsto something lostharsh sunlight echoesupon the waters shore. herbreath lingers no more.
Please add more wood to this fireI've come to grow warmthto bring a smile to you alllater it became more apparentthat this light is still too dimI leave you with a simple kiss