So
It Goes
Every now and then someone falls
in love.
As it begins to happen, a door opens,
a body gets
brave,
Suddenly it doesn't feel the usual urges
of hunger
and thirst. Sleep deprivation
creates a certain clarity.
Happiness flows from the pores
like a fragrance.
The
heart begins floating on air,
lungs can miraculously walk on
water,
the groin becomes an engine in overdrive.
As
soon as the sun wakes up,
the birds begin to sing
and soon
after that, the body in love
moves in fluid motion as soft
circles
of lust begin to stir inside of each wet pocket.
You
Are Someone
Who are you to me?
A
blessing in disguise,
a little boy with a bright face,
an
old man who has learned
how to separate the wheat
from the
chaff, joy from
sorrow, as if there were
a difference.
A legend
who leaves psalms by the
side of the road.
You
are someone
I can not explain.
Mute, I leave letters
on
your doorstep.
A torrent of words
that mean nothing
if
you never read them.
Figments of my imagination
across
the page. Filthy sorrows,
love lorn phrases suffocating
in their own grip.
You are someone
that does not
require
any of my concern
but I worry about you more
than
I worry about myself.
I congest your spirit with good luck.
I bribe God to give you
twenty more angels,
enough
to surround you
at all times,
so harm can not get through.
I arrange my happiness
on your health, on your well
being.
There is a quiet delirium I endure
when I do not
know
where you are.
How faithless I feel when my
world
is empty and unsure.
Who are you to me?
Someone that
could bury me
with one look, sew my
lips shut with
conversation.
Lake
Sorrow
She thinks about him
so often
she wonders
if she ever has ever
had another thought.
She wants him
so much she wonders
if she has ever
wanted anything as much.
She loves him
so
completely she wonders
if she can dig a hole
deep enough
to contain her tears,
and if so,
how long will it take
to drown
herself in them.