you're on my mind
almost all of the time.

that's it.
that's the poem.

I've had
simplistic
pleasing
love-dreams
of you in forlorn
crafts

I cup
your tiny
loft in
the shower
of spirits
and lightning
praying I don't
drown you
under my
stubby thumb

you've unlocked
an inner sanctum
of childhood within
me
golden days
understandment,
love, and my
most intimate
lore

you are a
brilliant
friend when
you choose
to be,
an excellent
conversationalist
and dancer

you made it
feel like my
mother was
alive and
discussing
every thing
my heart could
contend to
express

meet my children,
I'll hunt you to
discover them.
indefinitely yours,
indefiantly born-
even if you are
lost to this time,
I will find you again

time has passed
and you have been
helped to forget
there are the
tremendously
good things about
me.

I was awoken
by your hands
coldly enfolding
my warm fingers

I was good for that
moment, take on
me slowly in the
background

I wasn't sad it left,
I was happier
it was there
even for
but a moment,
a love
remembrance,
a faded memory

I don't want to be sad
I don't want to be angry
I want to be happy
I want to get lost in it
Forever moving, forever creating
I'm too still for my own good
I want to fly, not be grounded,
but my dreams only tend to hurt others
they say it seems impossible
or improbable and too doomed to fail and my mind is nonsense destined for medication but I don't know about all of that

I'm at impasse after impasse trying to
be in love, when will things turn out right for me ?

I can see the pollen course
through the air like this
valley were a vein.
It would be a shame
to be allergic to the
lifeblood of nature.
If only there were
pedals slowly flowing,
would be beautiful.