Just stay

On an open carriage, over the soft comfortable fragrant hay, they lay. Next to each other, looking at the other. The soft breeze travels byand takes a strand of her hair and makes it fly. The sun reflects off his face, smelting gold in the daylight. The buggy wiggles and rolls, while moving down the

Off into the rainbow

Please believe me, my hands are soft and flowers rest on them like my heart and these soft words, almost muted for you to you, whom I’ve rejected and who has rejected me in return to you, who travels far and wide looking I trail behind, distantly so that you don’t see me knowing that

With you

Swerving through your love

Forty days and forty nights

Baked skin and olive green

Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place

Cycling for three hours

How I wish you were here

In this space and time  

Mulberries by the road

Nature’s free gift of the north

Love it

Summer’s just begun and it hasn’t ended yet. Let’s go walk in the warm rain baby. Let’s hold hands and goof around. I wish we could be naked; there’s no one around. But you never know who can come up, so let’s wear our shirts real thin. Let’s smile and look up at the sky,

It’s a hard thing

I could be doing ten billion different things in ten billion different places, but here I am, trying to enjoy the most out of what I have up here It’s a hard thing to do

Short jean shorts with a vibrant patchwork

I see a stack of short jean shorts and that same feeling comes back. Yellow dandelions blossoming on green hills. The springing of summer. That long lost feeling of looking forward to something; of changing into a young woman from a preteen. The start of a new life filled with sunshine and warm weather. In

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at

Dancing with water

He takes the lead and holds you in his strong arms, reassuringly He is sea god You trust completely and let go while dancing with water

Diffuse apart with you

Yearning Is a wish to be free There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you diffuse into the ground, as you sink in I can’t gather you, wrap my

In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and

I Wish I were an ant

They’re always on a mission, hanging out with each other, having a purpose and all.

Watch something else, like a sky show

I felt happy

Today I sat there thinking I’m 18 years old and looking at the sky. I was lying on the grass with a book, but hell, I can never concentrate. The winds gushed, the clouds darkened, a wimpy little thunder growled, and I felt happy. 2002/08/12  

Sunny afternoons

There’s a distant kind of sound from crows on a hot summer afternoon where everyone is sleepy, and everything is still. It’s a quick type of fear that this sort of weather and life may soon go away, and you desperately want to hang on to it, engrave it into your memory, and go back

Sunset Swim

Whiff of summer breeze Dipping into vast, cool water Encloses shy skin like some secret seal. Encircling ripple in velvet motion, expanding larger and larger Hair rolling away further… further Plunging like a fish, letting fin disappear Raising like dolphin over sizzling sweet air. Falling back, playful feet flip and splatter Scattered dew drops on

Safe

Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall, There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile, The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat. Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief Clasped underneath

To Paradise

It’s time To go back to paradise. To feel the soft, hot, sun crawl around painted skin. To let the ocean waves tease legs; leave it with a taste of some salty, pungent memory. And to let the warm breeze blow all troubles away. To be able to close eyes and breathe in sweet air

Walking with my friends

A suspicious cloud

There’s always something suspicious about a small patch of cloud against a clear blue sky