are we enough

are
we
enough

that you can accept my im-perfect devotion,
the derivation of pleasure
from one source

do
we
grow in the spaces between us,
that
we can
contain the domain
that brings up children
or pets

is
the
child
of our love
the next trail
we
walk
down?

apart
together

one story
punctuated
by a separate sided tale
never
the full truth

an ambiguous definition
a meaningless word    

what sounds just right

the music
          that

knows no
boundary      

                        ..?
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i found love (&)

i found love &
she looked the other way

nobody told me
nothing equipped me
what could i say?

words of love
futile poems
a holybook
made eternal and banal

uttered to extinction:

timeless words of prophets
make no demand
no command

believed by lovers or dreamers


love
  was
   invented in the hearts of youth

and
  remains
    patented in their posession


it's not the knows-better-than-you elder
it's not the to-tell-you-the-truth elder
not the moral of the story


it's the wise grandma that one-day-says
i felt that, too


if you want to win her
don't tell her words
take her someplace she's never been


but nothing could convince her
no distraction could get her attention
when her eyes gaze on the horizon


so catch up.

one star brighter than the rest

you make a compelling argument
with the
the stencil of your name
the colour of your skin
the depth of your touch

the soft, smudged essence of your silhouette

if kindness can be learned
it is because you were my teacher

and
my
every inch a lesson in pleasure

a
kiss
unfolding
like
paper

the lines and veins
of my sceptre

at the thought
of
the
curls in your hair riles the spiraled bliss
roiling my every desire, riding wave after wave of your ocean waltz

wiping sand from every beach,
deposit
	in a bed of pearls and silk

and to lye sweetly at the intoxicating scent
(the aroma of your oyster)
a perfume i gladly wear

as a scarf

dancing like a flag in the wind,
compelling, like a roped towel pulling me closer

no diamond came without dirt,
no pearl without sand

no spark without flint


but it is the lightning bolt
that is bright
because it burns

that burns because it is bright

ecstasy cannot be taught
only
reached because it is first

      (everywhere)

a priori

a fork of lightning
the electric ground reaching for the sky

a rolling cry / the reason why)

and the hint of you
is enough
convincing

letter in a bottle (china, i am alive)

why
am
i
drawn

to
the
best
(west)
coast
of

turtle island

north
america

the
'new'
world...


is
it
because
my
heart
draws
me
closer
to
the
land
i am forgetting?

vancouver
(victoria)
is
my home,
but

i
can't
help
but
wonder..


maybe,

 i

    was

right:


age 5,


"i am emperor
lost
at
sea"

letter
in
a
bottle

(china
i
am
alive)

consumer suicide (a manifesto)

i
will
no longer

purchase goods or
make bold choices in
the super market

place


products in my room
will no longer
advertise my preferences

(nor shall wallet or watch
proclaim my identity)

if you can read me by
the decoration of my room

then when i am gone of this world-
why do you miss me?

true, in my room
dwells my soul


but my possessions
do not define me

and i cease to be myself:

this pencil
that garment
this bed

that nail, screw, tack and thread...
tied to the reel of avaricious profit men

whose noses so big
can not see
   the middle


know i have found peace

(a release)

a life of simple desire