Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.
be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Great struggles make for great stories.
i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.
my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.
Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.
Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.
The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.
Look, moonI turned silver for you.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.
to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.