Brushstrokes (to Maybe)

As if

in a

gallery

I sauntered

into a

room

and saw

you

there

speechless

I admired

you from

afar

and

God’s

own

brushstrokes

of

your

skin

Nectar (to John)

Drinking

from

the

green

wells

of your

eyes

I

sampled

the

fountain

of youth

it

filled

my

soul

heart

with

joyous

nectar

WithWords (to You)

Ask

me

what

I

did

with my

life

and

I will

say

I spent

it

on

you

and

in the

end

when I

cash

out

I

will

leave you

with

words

Curiosity (to You)

It is

the

excitement

of

newness

that

draws

us

closer

to the

flame

of

curiosity

it is

its

heat

which

warms

us

and its

laughter

which

brings

us

joy

Myself

It is

only

now

in

aloneness

do

I

discover

great

comfort

in

Myself