Yes, You.

You.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You are beautiful.

I mean that more every time the word beauty is overused
Everytime it's truth is tarnished
Every lie that is told in it's name
Take all of those moments and still

You
are more beautiful.

Yes.

Green

As the windmill spins
Grass falls into life
The air absorbs breath

This is the last day in white.

Free Time

I sit in my un
der
where
One hand
creeps
down
there
Elastic suffocates my knuckles
But it's so worth it.

Peacock Feathers

It's been too long
SInce we've
Kissed

How morose are two lips entangled
The desolation of liquid tongues

And,
I may love you.

I am dizzy
and I do not eat
This makes me straw on the hillside
Pine needles on the pine tree
The composition of nature
As well as it's reflection

What (Arrogant) Poets do for (Stupid) People

No, No,
I sell hot dogs,
Not thoughts.
Don't be silly (nilly)
-More sauerkraut, please.
Besides,
Why buy my thoughts when yours are just as...

Oh.

Blindfolds

My hand
Unwashed
On your face
Through your hair
Into the sea that is touch

I am blind by choice
(Explain)
Feeling is the nearest thing to
Ecstacy

And seeing steals my soul in tiny
Fragments
Judgement, pallor, age.

(Instead)
My hand creates your body
Lines drawn in
Snow

Water is magic
Pleasure the fifth sense

Your breath on my
Breast
The temptation of
Temptation

My orgasm is papyrus
Soaked in vinegar
Contentment a blank slate

Canada

Multiculturalism
Two eggs
Cracked into a basket
Different yolk
Same white