My Sweet
Late into the night your image appears
slowly, like Cassiopeia, to grow
in little specs of pure light
to challenge darkness and danger.
In full brightness you dance in my vision,
gliding graceful
billowing swan grey with filmy mist…
Colors
The trees are blue, blue is orange
red and white
See me here in your midst
standing right
In front of you alone holding on
to your sight…
She wore red…
but I dreamed of her
in blues
RED
Red
why do I crave you
was Oedipus trapped
is my penis at fault…
You are my every line
my conscious grammar
my pen
my hammer.
The Grammar Lesson
You are my grammar
as I am your object
to accept your subject’s intensifiers.
Set me off in any sentence position.
I go as well before or after your verb.
I predicate your clause and need no passive voice
as your active verb
is always there to curb my adverb…
Blaze
You are my inner fire
my silver sharp
love’s harp
burning desire.
You are my runner girl
of fated sneaker…
Footloose
Full of spirit, footloose and fancy free,
we wandered within,
filled glasses, toasted fine friends
and I found my eyes fixed on Sunmi…
