the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds

if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way

tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses

some grow up with a spot to fill a title to live a for runner of things to come

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through

i think time stop or is standing s… so still that you can’t see the wh… as the sun kisses upon your sill maybe paw prints will design the f… once again this might be a hard pi…

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by