I let her use my pencil to draw me into her beautiful world, while taking classes together in the arts of love.

You breathe into my words & animate them with life. I'd fall from heaven a trillion times over to die in the softness of your paradise.

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.

She danced in the shower of my words & I fell softly: Upon her.

The moon & sun were just friends til that night the sun couldn’t depart before dark snowed in under an avalanche of stars & poetry was born.

Summer is a gentleman: slowly warming the earth at length before undressing her in the fall.