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 ..?
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.
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
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)
one look into your eyes & you told me everything i needed to know love like a drop of blood in the ocean) instantly everywhere
Mom: I’m making salad, do you want some?
*chop* *chop* *chop*
Me: Is that radish?!
Me: Why did you take all the skin off? That’s the best part!
Mom: Because it had fur on it. We don’t eat fur.
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