A poet uncensored is soulife untamed,
Breath unleashed on scrolls hand written...

--
there's a cast of words...

As I'm staring at the sanded horizon,
With it's pale face of yellow spotted...

I split you down the center
like an orange...

Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...

There's a dim light on my bedside,
that dances quietly as I read myself to sleep...

Sit -- stiff, silent and monogamous
Holding the world tightly to your chest...

-
he kisses her...

I, the swaying bridge
you were so eager to cross...

.
unborn words encircle my neck with pointed...

The afternoon whizzed around my head.
the arms of Sun tightly holding to my sticky body...

In the sigh of sequential circular winds,
I hear the pit patter pat of tiny cat's feet...