my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don’t knowwhere I’m headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I’m skidding forwardon this track of life.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispereddream...in the mysteriousblue minutesbefore dawnlike a secretinfatuation.... like slowlanguorous sipsof green tea... like a lingeringglimpsea self-wrappedparadiselike his name upon my lips.