Every Morning’s Breakfast (day 1932)

I don’t want to fall into what I’ve never believed,
I want to fall into just you and me.
Late night snacking upon our ruffled sheets,
And every morning’s breakfast
Made for two, that’s you and me.
I want to go for daily picnics
In amongst our wild and thriving garden
Like the love we feed each other
From the bottoms of our feet
That touch under covers
When we’re playing hide and seek,
I want to grow into our house
With your little things hanging everywhere
I want to journey long and far
With your laundry in my bag
Because forever I want to carry
What burdens you, nevermore.
I want it to be just you and me
With a candle makes three
Over dinner we made together
Bums touching as we danced and poured
Our love freely like wine.
And our love intoxicating!
With every breath we share together
Will be sweet wine hand in hand
From our bottomless bottle
Of our hearts we’ve tied together
When we plunged under the oceans spray,
When we first danced the night away.

If It Is You (day 1379)

I crumple into random acts of sincerity.

“Who are you hollering at?” I said,
Half past the guilty and looking down the road at
Honesty.

Did an Angel touch your shoulder gentle-like?
I felt a slight flutter
In a whirlwind of forever,
Dancing in my opera house memory.

Hold onto you like it is you,
And if it is you be you.

Without (day 771)

Without words no man can swallow
Without ideas no man can think
Without legs no man can follow
Without heart no man can provide
Without hands no man can support
Without eyes no man can sympathize
Without toes no man can wade
Without fences no man can defend
Without green no man can spring
Without skin no man can feel
Without hair no man can mind
Without voice no man can speak
Without you no man can be free

Come No More (day 550)

We knew each other better then
When the sun set for us both
Love letters and fashion shows
All dreams hand in hand
Let it go

For I never wanted summer here
Nor the winter to chill my bones
All I’d wish for was the wings
To carry me homewards on to you
Let it go

Between those days and this now
I’ve cried many tears dry
Let your wings carry you on elsewhere
As to me they come no more
Let it go

.. Of You (day 475)

Because of you I have forgotten my home
Because of you I have felt life of another
Because of you I have dreamed
Because of you I have seen the eyes of another
Because of you I have sheltered your heart from my wrath
Because of you I have slaughtered my defense
Because of you I sit back with my tea
Because of you I have written this poem