I touched your breath with my lips,
a closeness; sincere. The exhale
brushed my hair and I laid there,
groomed by your presence. Yet
your scent was a grimoire,
a book of spells, chanting me
to wither. I touched your breath
with my lips; waiting.

Every so often I pretend
to be a dinosaur for a day.
I think one of those days
is coming up.

The city sky painted
with the city’s lights
a hazy pink; wind brushing
through our hair, dancing
as our partner.

And each citizen resides
and succumbs to the nights
madrigal of crickets; eyes
close; slumber.

Damn the man
for his heart
is golden

Only when you can sit
alone in quietness
and enjoy the majesty
and beauty of life
can you reach the fullest
potential with another person.

Life is one
intertwined connection
after another, superimposed
and juxtaposed with one
another. Most are not
your choice, but those that are, are
the most important.
Choose wisely.

I only want people in my life
who will change the world;
the others have given up
their dreams of a better world,
they’ve given up their place
in my world.