Chaos

Chaos is 
a wrinkled
shirt worn
it covers
not represents
it works
when accepted
but rarely
ever wanted
chaos is
the static
which both
attracts and
also distracts
peel off
that shirt
start naked

Simplicity

Peace is 
a candle
burning quietly
in a
dark room
drawing others
to it
peace does
not define
peace does
not shadow
peace simply
simplifies simple

Kiss

Never take 
a kiss
for granted
for lips
don’t remember
meeting another’s
lips barely
remember the
words said
moments before

Snow (for Vince)

The beauty 
of snow
lies in
its silence
as though
the city
has itself
drawn one
deep breath
and held
it pausing

WhatIfLove

What if
love wasn’t
a feeling
but rather
an action
what would
love look
like outside
a smile
a nod
an embrace
what if
rather than
feel silently
we expressed
ourselves openly
what if
love wasn’t
the secret
we keep
from others