Questions For a LoverWhy do my insides churnWhen your fingertips graze myAching body, so simply like a swirlingBreeze or leaves of grass?Why do my blood, brain, heart, and guts pound Like a quickening drum when you areNear?Why do we touch when the movie's long over,Prickly legs grazing in a cloak ofMoth eaten quilts and unwashed hair?When I am with you,Why am I a child?In a tree house kingdom of puppets, birds, andSwaying swings?Why do you have oceans for eyes?And why is my body set aflameEvery time we kiss,Sending me into aquamarine bliss?How do I drown in them like IDrown in you?
NewbornCold hearth,Melt away,With depression and disease.Spread your downy wings,Alight your blazing blue eyes,Arctic skies,And rabbit white hairCloaking delicately. Let winter melt and kiss away yourSallow sickly skin intoBlush of spring, cherry blossomsBlooming from old cold graves, and thePelts of nature's babes drenched in Ice water.I promise you we'll see spring together.Enter her in your loving arms,In a ballad of green buds,Song of spring,Dance of life,Rain of dripping icicles.