tonight I smelled your soul walk by, your face upon the moon. stars whisper your name, do you hear me say, I love you?
I am a poet and artist, who like an old rain gutter, these things constantly collect and pour from my mouth.
embraced in the arms of my beloved I am consumed by a fire of warm rose petals laced with hot pokers.
walk a thousand miles to go two steps. paint a thousand pictures to write one letter. make love to a thousand people to learn to love one truly.
stand back! this starvation will consume both of us. are you hungry enough to survive?
if you ever feel Love’s breath brush your cheek, stuff it into your pocket. let no one steal it. if someone does, then weep, and you will be kissed. put that in your pocket.
