There is no tomorrow 
There may have been 
Yesterday we do remember 
But are we certain 
We all cherry pick
Memories often choosing low
Hanging fruit not because 
It’s easier to harvest 
But because it fortifies 
How we feel about 
Things what if life
Grew its bounty only 
On the upper branches 
How many would climb 
I think that most 
Would prefer to starve 
Or become plants animals 
And rocks for they
Have no memories whatsoever 

I think that more
Than almost anything else 
That I want someone 
To love me enough 
That I can disappear 
Like midnight snowflakes that 
Fly higher than the 
Streetlights vanishing into the 
Calm darkness of affection 

When I write I imagine being in bed with a lover on a lazy summer afternoon filled with glee, giddiness and calm. A place of comfort and peace, of discovery and adventure, of passion and of pleasure.

Our world is under 
Siege a combination of 
Selfishness and scarcity which 
Emboldens anyone to act 
Mean when did we
Trade civility and respect 
For anonymity and incredulity 
Where have the people 
Gone we live in 
A world filled with 
Wizards and ogres who 
Hide under the bridges 
Riddling anyone who ever 
Dares to cross casting 
Spells designed to harm

When I look 
At you what 
I see is 
Me in how
You look when 
You’re looking away 
When you look 
Away I’m reminded 
Of the loss 
When you take 
Your eyes from 
Mine because I’m
So used to 
Seeing me there