Vintage Print.

Love explores with the eyes
It feeds on the heart
It separates me
from my mind.

Transformations are the hardest part.
You suddenly gifted
You suddenly robbed
In your life and in your mind
Have you really stopped?

You will never know.
I am all flowers
no stones.

Exquisite.

This is my safest place of danger.

Future far off 

black leather cover

over the seats

our second home

moves on four tires

is of the color green.

Sunlight close by

on my arms 

on his elbows

sadness can't touch us

we are too wise

for our own good

we keep our smiles

All the words have been said 

the revisions have been expressed

Every bird has made its nest

survival

home

company

isolation

in between my life

your gaze pressed

a silent pillar

of rejuvenation.

a reminder of holiness.

Before all this I forget

Meet me tomorrow at the same address

we'll go out picking raindrops in sand

or cover the streets

with our dream of threads

that connect you and me

telepathically

simple in its melody

of clouds whispering a promise of eternity.

lonesome dark.

Death is in this waiting.
My soul is in a prison.
its all my doing.
you dont have to apologize.
just realize

without you im only a shadow
with you I rise
in you I strive
for you I survive
under you I am gold
over you I am a diamond

just know
and feel
this loves intensity
on the surface of your bones
in the lines of your heart
materialize

the ribbons for me
breathe slow for me
discover yourself for me

how can I express?
this deep
deeper
mess?
is love.

how can we leave?
when our lives are so intertwined!
oh read the signs.
they say
come.

they say enter.

Find me.

People are always loosing things.
Objects are always disappearing.

objects are always loosing people.
people are always disappearing. 

A love so fine.

Ocean tides locked their eyes with mine. Matched the rhythm of their sighs before tossing me into the unknown abyss. These days are abyss like. I appreciate the nothingness,I sure do but I liked them even more when you let your nothingness press on me. On my arms, on my words, on my mind. 

There is a shadow of your left brain forming on my steering wheel. As if my love-balloon car still feels you sitting on the passenger seat and there are times I can hear my engine groan because it misses blowing cool air conditioned air on your prefect face.

Lets rejoice in the slowness. Before. After. In between.

Recognition.

All the rivers that seeped out of her
Flowed back to her
Through me.

Evenings gained
Afternoons gained
At the cost of our sanity.

It is obvious.
Your decisions and revisions come in the way.
In the way
Like speedbreakers
Of love.

But darling

When I am.
And you are.

Whats all this politics for?

Most of us.

I am an addict of self expression.
Creates me what I create.

I become
what becoming needs me to be.

doused and aroused by my own mind
I am a traveler
looking for a piece of stationary time.

on a mountain top.

Note to self : Patterns are everywhere. Recognize the patterns. Read the patterns.
Become aware of these 
patterns. Unlock these patterns. Unfold them. 
 Patterns hold the answers to the bigger picture. They make the bigger piture. Become sensitive to patterns in everyday life. 

A lot changes for the better.