(two poems inspired by a girl playing guitar along the Seine)

someday
when my mind slips
with that splinter of grass
into her smile,
i'll follow that love
into the midday muse
dressed in surrender -
one long boot,
fit gently into the Seine.
unread, unspoken
lips, spun of the lyre
and her feather cap
detouring the latin rain
from my roof over Paris
while i stumble
drenched in gypsy eyes
back into the wet forest.
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A Want on Love
i want my love to stalk me like hunger pains so i may use starvation as protection to nourish my gratitude for love.

i want my love to cascade like a river curving silently through my heart so i may wander through barren desserts and offer rain to those who are thirsty.

i want my love to drag me to an endless horizon, then stop and kiss me gently so i may carry a moment of her skin as my travel rations through eternity.

i want my love to be the shake of a cherry tree that dances around my eager outstretched fingers as I continually lunge for a ripe morsel.

i want by love to be a colorful piece of chewing gum stuck underneath the wooden library table of an ancient youth.

i want my love to be a pot of steaming broth made from the orange peels of one lonely tree boulevards away from the stove.

i want my love to be the one intentionally un-written word in the biography of my heart.