Is love supposed 
to be thunder
at its start 
I guess so
telling everyone of 
the impending storm 
fresh love changes 
things much like 
the furies do 
but our love 
this love now 
is quiet full 
of dancing playfulness 
and of pleasure 
it is simply 
the difference between 
rain and snow 

I wish
wished wishing 
all I 
do is
wish but 
wishes are
so much 
better than 
hope for 
with hope 
you likely 
won’t but
with wish
you likely
will and 
with a
kiss too 

So pretty
this piano 
begging me 
come closer 
I have 
a secret
it sings
melodies of
your kiss
that too
rises and 
falls quietly 
in pitch 
and pleasure 

Imagine 
having loved 
for a 
lifetime only 
to not 
Imagine 
the barrenness 
that dank
irreverent chill
dried husks
of something 
once was
Imagine
after all
someone else 
a drink
and morsel 
a fallen
seed overlooked 
takes hold
and spreads 
Imagine
a field 
flowers filled 
oh wheat
barley too
and children 
their laughter 
nothing really 
ever ends 
so long 
as you 
Imagine