Hearts
are meant...

Spring reveals herself
and lays a blanket of lush green grass...

The moon shows herself to the window
and shines a soft glimmer of light...

Make-up
disguises spots...

Your eyes
squint lustful glares...

There's this flame
that burns deep inside of thee...

Pacing to the swerve
of my body's sway...

If you were a star,
I'd wish you to fall through me...

Excuse me, mister
would you sell me...

Alone
in poetry...

So be charming
with your tasteful tongue...

The flower child breathes in harmony
and exhales peace through paper dreams...