Monthly Archives: November 2017

…and you

naked and wet

we are perfume

and you,

my poem



we all write
during the course
of a given day
and most of it brilliant

the poets are poets
because they observe
the poem as a poem
and capture it

everyone else
watches blindly
as they fade
upon the horizon

a distant sunset



i deserve more
than i deserve

i pray to the atheist
for more than i deserve

that which i deserve
will never touch my soul

true love
is never deserved

she comes freely, blindly
with open arms

adorned in promises
always naked