You

In that way how it takes over-
whelms the forefront brain

daily functions fail flat face-
first it's what are you doing

where are you who are you
with why aren't you here, here

you always yesterday smile
ambiguously a body tight hug

thinking would you could I de-
clothe you in more than head-

first question skinkissed then in-
side to each others' sides

be us just us just desires' sigh
lent breath cooling skinshine.

Sediment Sentiments

The day was warm with a windy cold
airbrushing our faces; the sun drying
its rays in our eyes through fronds
of grass and cool sea on sandy feet.

We grabbed a stick of salt-rimmed
carbon, and wrote in the particles
of tumbled time, tanned as ageless
as our sentiments in the sediment.

Inductees of Schrute; our initials
pencilled down and frozen in frame
as hickeys rose; before the cloth
of the sea made it all flat again.

Engagement

When they ask the question why,
and they look into our eyes,
when we tell it to them straight
with our hearts in our mouths.

Love can cross an ocean,
its borders ill-defined
and we'll stain the waters red
with the blood of mankind,
to find each others' bed.

Is it beetroots, Mrs Schrute,
or an abstract of ideas,
we harvested our taco love
with shells of tortillas.

Love can cross an ocean,
this depth of purgatory,
and we'll stain the waters red
with the blood of insanity,
to reach each others' bed.

When dreaming is no more,
the destination here,
the horizon of our life
together will be near.

Love can cross an ocean,
on transatlantic flights,
and we'll stain the waters red
with the blood of fading nights
to say what must be said.