to lay here
such pleasure and nothing else
i trace the vanishing things
the long standing roots wrinkling faces
examining photo albums
discovering baby teeth along the way
reminding myself religion is to be docile
to be lacquered is to be lead
inspiring civility never being better than grass
becuase faith is this magnificent garden
with a hundred kind of flowers in bloom
exactly knowing my sleep
the rivers that go by
the back and forth of moments
you know me like the rain does
my six o’clock shadows
with voices of birds
this room and it’s bed
the locket sun about to rise
it’s marvelous shine
astonishing the unseen
blazoning our hand
the four letters of the word love
now burns on each finger like stars
Ding dang is the nature of your slang
Apologies
Allow me to explain
The after-life
The after-all
Without gender the only organ that evolves
The old one who brags
The heart
love for me is
particles wandering about the moon
craziness chasing my veins
round
round
punctually beating hearts
patiently
patiently
as mine quietly nods
like someone trying not to laugh
dimples
dimples
lines molding my mouth
it lives in everything
sacredly and timidly touching
touching
touching
skilfully moving my soul
my personal blood
and with this blood
i tell the world about us
our thousand tailors desperately sewing at our feet
for this love surely fabrics
exclaiming in the sweetest of ripeness evermore
LOVE . .
Your tie perhaps even a heirloom
Nonetheless it giggles me
Declaring me legaly blind
Such abominable habits
Yet my mouth still replies
