No One's Looking

You told me many things,
You told me I'd never be anything
Until I made you everything,
Somewhere along the road,
Relevance lost its appeal.

Haiku "Regretful and Forgetful"

Tomorrow will be the best day of my life,
On a side-note,
It will also be my last.

perhaps you'll be there (draft)

we're lost in the narrows
hand in hand,
shrinking atop the shifting sand
with warm kisses melting on our mouths

maybe nothing really matters
when we're off to bed,
with your tongue in my mouth
and the thoughts of you in my head

laying on the beach of some infinite ocean
in the bed we made under a motionless moon;
an ancient feeling passing between us -
making the most of the world that will end too soon
END

Clean Me In The Flood (draft)

The garden is empty,
Ashamed and naked we stand,
Under an artist God's thumb,
Trying to nurture a fallow land

How lovely is your dwelling place,
Enchanted though it may be,
With each and every ear to the ground
Listening for a God who cannot be seen

Dust to glory, and so on and on,
Of the earth we are but salt
The only light won't show itself
So the world is now our fault

We are but a temple with a mouth
Trying to rid itself of the taste of blood;
Starving and bathing in the dust itself
Come, cleanse me in the flood

Fragile Teacher

How is it that you are so fragile and lovely?
And I am not allowed to look - or touch,
Until I teach myself to be alone.