why i breathe

i only seem to exhale so that our

breaths can meet somewhere

sun in my mouth

i will wade out till my thighs

are steeped in burning flowers

i will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air alive

with closed eyes

to dash against darkness

in the sleeping curves of my body

i shall enter fingers of smooth mastery

with chasteness of seagulls

will i complete the mystery of my flesh

- from 'impressions' by ee cummings

you therefore i

you needed to rest your bones,
so i retired
you seldom wavered in your tones,
so i perspired
you somewhat mentioned tomorrow,
so i desired
you happened to choose to borrow,
so i misfired.

Don't Look This Way

Eyes over shoulders,

Dart

Left and right.

Seemingly guarding

Past nostalgia,

Reminiscing.

Real could be unreal

as bona fide or as sham.

Mind and memories are not

Pages another can

Flip.

Sides of coins are but slight

Separations

While Gravity poises the

up and down.

Smiles must hide what quaking heart doth feel,

Whenever you look this way.

good night

a spanner in the words
will fold, lift,
and submerge
the blueprint
maps of talk,

until they soar towards
a good night's
landing.

paces

should our

faces meet

again,

should our

paces still

remain?

do tell me

do tell me
when you
realize that
you are
walking along
and
alone again:
i might just
walk with
you.