This is a response to Alicia's poem a Girlfriend's...
Dear heavenly father full of grace...

Wax melts as the candles dwindle,
Their life is a measure of age, of time...

If this is love,
then i love it...

Pulling pins, releasing spoons,
The grenadiers to start their death summoning...

Love is Mount Everest,
But easy none the lest...

You're not the first,
But then I think about you always...

When light does show upon her face, what grace,
A fragile dancer across her feature...

Both when young did take to dance,
But she much younger than he...

How is it that I can never get it out?
Everything I want to say is stuck in my throat...

Small children
Screaming like...

In these past few months,
Seldom were our reunions...

If ever I was a mariner,
your beauty would be my ship...