If I could 
then I would 
write you a 
poem to say
what my eyes
cannot and what
my lips will 
not and what 
my hands can 
never but here
I sit shyly
hoping that this 
smile just might 

Desire erupts 
like so
many spring 
flowers hardens
like the 
edges of
lakes spreading 
out beyond 
hands grasp 
fingers entwine
and the
few drops 
of rain 
slowly begin 
to fall 
then as
quickly as
it arrived 
desire moves 
scarring earth 
and bed
and body 

And like 
the town
lush hoping
for one 
bottle to
produce just 
one drink 
I peer
into the 
bottom of
my mind 
looking for 
that last 
little bit 
of inspiration 
to quell 
the shakes
of my
morning creativity 

And now 
dusk clouds
blush pink 
as though 
day itself 
is embarrassed 
that it’s 
going out 
with night

What if
there were
no doors
only windows 
and the 
only way 
in was 
by knowing 
what out
looked like 
from the 
inside and 
that in
could be 
found there