Her avaricious eye's
denude all they surround
flicking the salted sugar,
flavours of life fall short
with a diamond tipped tongue 
hardened, by, unending desire
of ever chaffing need, gnawing
not enough, more, more, more !

Damaged and broken
no longer a vessel of humanity,
the hunt began anew on
foreign soil, a summer rental,
this she-monster thrashes Monkey's
by out smarting the Girraff 

I weep
because I cannot weep.
I weep
because I've locked myself
in a prison of extravagance.

On mornings like this,
a beautiful day
seems like a cruel joke.
I weep because I am wealthy,
and my wealth mocks me.

I considered the carpenter bees
that flit and land
on Solomon's Seal.
I considered my old fear of them,
turned now to admiration
at how diligent and precise they were,
flying from flower to flower,
one evicting an ant
who also worked,
diligently.

All poems
lamenting starlight
shines reflecting,
a polar of others 
unwelcome vim

When soft breezes
Brush my face
I want to know
that unpolluted
celestial objects
will reflect
from your eyes

I need to know
across a chasm
of time, a smile
of tranquility
will greet me

I know none that
will cross rivers
of sweet dream pools
Lapping loveliness,
Moments and minutes
have Channels routed
to blind the soul

He longs for her

This is a beautiful
longing for one to be longing
a different take from my make
I long for her
that she may belong to someone
who will love her
and
not only savour lips
for a momentary bliss
nor make her feel
and
believe
you love her still
as you wish
to enter into her fish
with all your force and will
and
seal as you hers’ steal
and
then run away like a seal