Sandra 

Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed 
in preparation for battle.

I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.

I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.

Chalk

I’ve a way
With the word of your name
Tends towards teasing
With serious style
Leaves my lips 
Rides on wind 
Lands like dust on your skin
Sounds like a Canadian smile

Why I Do

The notion of if I’m alive
I test and poke every day
Here is the truth that I say

The pleasure I give 
Through kisses I steal
The footprints I leave
While helping hearts heal

The breath of a loved one
Warm-cold on my back
The hug with a dear friend
That cuts bright through the black

The fondness on faces
As they think of me
The writings I scribble
Of all I need see

The softness I send
For years without end
Is how I prove I’m alive, dear friend

Final Breeze

I have love
For the sunrise
Of a place I’ve never seen
A place that doesn’t know my eyes exist
But believes they must

It must be enough that I wake daily 
With the vision of my beloved 
And not the warmth
When I feel the final breeze
I want none other light in my eyes

i cut my hair

I lay quiet
And dragged your presence into the room
When it washed over me
It washed over me
We transcended me
I seemed high then

Then I remembered canvas and color
I remembered black
And black and white and grey
Suddenly all there was 
Was the smell of burned maple syrup
It seems I fell then