Friday, August 17, 2012


We are all just words
with revisions of words,
a feeling, undefined.

Just as your love story
(your prime).

Now dive into reason:
you're the gas, fueling these words.
(My propane habit).

Discrete with sensitivity
while seeping through bars,
into this heart.

Now enlightened
from your illumination,
wearing glasses of you
because my eyes only see so far…

And now open, to the world.