I want to
Thunder like storms
Pound like hail
Shock like lightening
And blow like
The sweeping typhoons
But I am
Simply a moist
Eave dripping slowly
Into the cistern
The same drip
Drip and drip
Until I’m dry
And you’re quenched
I want to
Thunder like storms
Pound like hail
Shock like lightening
And blow like
The sweeping typhoons
But I am
Simply a moist
Eave dripping slowly
Into the cistern
The same drip
Drip and drip
Until I’m dry
And you’re quenched
Just like a
Couple of children
In a sheeted
Tent in bedroom
Fingers alighting the
Ouija board hoping
To receive messages
From the beyond
Our fingertips outline
The veins and
Muscles of each
Others hands wondering
If just if
Maybe just maybe
We are the
Princes sent to
Save the other
From everything else
Like breathing on
Frosted glass and
Peeking into winters
Wonderland the photographs
You sent let
Me glimpse at
Your soul they
Warmed me like
A cup of
Hot cocoa next
To crackling fire
Made me curious
Like a kitten
Next to ornaments
It’s the little
Things in life
That make people
Plump for me
And in the
End comes a
Beginning like
The leaves of
Fall blankets the
Buds of spring
So goes love
When one ends
It gives way
To the beginning
Hold not onto
Your heart ache
For it is
Just the thing
Needed for the
New blossoms of
Love to bloom
And then like
Storm clouds which
Pass and sun
Breaks free your
Texts warmed me
Wrapped their arms
Around me like
A protective parent
After nights nightmares
Like fresh mountain
Air they filled
Me with hope
Oh and excitement
Like a boy
With a puppy
You found me
A new friend