Friday, May 20, 2011

thinking about you and how
much i want to be near you and
now
the work in front of me is...
well,
work... and the thoughts of you are,
well,
precious.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

when it appears that you have no one,
look around at all the someones in your life.
in wake we are apart.
in sleep we are together, at least
the oceans zip up, or
we slice across them with the
strength and dynamic of a
swordfish.
meet me on the shore. sweep my
hair behind my ear and gaze into
my eyes, the blue iris and the
yellow ringed around the center.
until then, look at
the sun.