To a Love

In a time of complexity
we found simplicity
squishing apples in the

the rotten meat splaying
forth a core with
seeds of a new generation
open and athirst

as I walked through
the Garden of Eden where
we did not sin
no, we loved

we loved until bodies ached
ribs busting
hearts jumping to rhythm
yes, we loved

love has a taste
if tender time be taken
salt on skin as touched by dew
bodies laying together

under the moon of
a day’s work done.

Love Thee

Love thee not
yet I love thee so

plucking red rose petals
from the expectant surge

at the floodgates
where the lonesome awaits and

says please

love thee not
yet I love thee so

the lonesome awaits
for an extended hand

a swimmer who fails to grasp
and she sings her song

love thee not
yet I love thee so

release, let go.

Second Gaze

Within insides
buried in insides
are expectations
held close to the bosom
that when you gaze
to the mirror
the face of God
gazes back

an image promised

yet when a gaze
yields haze
the clouded judgment
of a
Los Angeles summer

you are confused
for where is God
and how must He
be found

in the muddled
of dust and dross
which the mirror whispers
in the sly of its gaze


yet upon second look
He is there

the mystery unveiled
bewilderment and beguilement
rampant running in

wrinkles formed in the worries
of no matter

for to always look second glance
a friend looks back
lips upturned in smile

and all is well.