When you love 
someone so much 
that you’re willing 
no not willing 
but actually happy 
to let go 
that simple act
itself is the 
definition of love 
love isn’t selfish 
love doesn’t keep 
what doesn’t belong 
love gives away 
even love itself 
and sometimes when 
the soul has 
finished its growth 
sometimes briefly and 
sometimes for longer 
it comes back 
to the very 
one who initially 
set it free 

One more 
just one 
be it
poem kiss
or touch 
for just 
how many 
are men 
afforded now 
how many 
precious things 
should anyone 
ever have 
despite wanting 
or needing 
the gluttony 
of treasures
doesn’t increase 
their value 
but rather 
decreases same 
make the 
few count
cherishing one 

A mouse
once asked 
a lion
why does 
it bite

because said
the lion
to mouse 
besides roar
it’s what 
I do 

but said 
the mouse 
to lion
try purring 
it’s what 
mice like 

I will 
come near
a purr
but run
away from 
a roar
and never 
be bitten 
or smitten

Piano haunts
teases me 
beckoning me 
come hither
quickly see
what is
your imagination 
I turn 
seeing you 
still asleep 
deep in
dreams cave 
wondering if 
there too
you hear
piano calling 
come back 
and or
if you 
in dream
shoo it
away like 
bothersome gnats 

At this lonely 
dozy sleepy hour
the nights sky
wrings out the 
last of starlight’s 
glow turning the 
black sky blue 
as though a
giant or angel 
added a dollop 
of moon to 
a cup of
hot dark coffee