Perfection

never knew perfection till
i heard you speak
with a sprinkle of your smile
it kills me, to hear you
at every turn
what can i do?

oh my sparkling gem
let us walk hand in hand
along the beach with golden sand
in a far far away land
is it too much to ask for?

winds of spring fills the air
it's you i wanna care
wanna hold you
don't you let go
i'm here, are you there?

now it's beyond me
i'm sorry i can't
carry myself to you
nothing could be changed
is it all still too late?

Old Tree

bleached broccoli with strands of ebony
hunched frame frail twigs
lifting that cigarette
and puffs, like a burning plant
nothing more to want
everything has unfold
nothing more to be told
all's left, dried leafy smiles
wind blows, still untouched

Toothbrush sex