If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I