I hand off

the action of the intellect

the motion of thoughts

to the one who handles that best

the strong sex

Freed, I fall into emotions

and dance a wild palette

like I should have been

Find me among tumbleweed

fragrant hops

laughing at dust bunnies

assigning stars to trees 

                                                                                     Stolen Art

Everything you do

is already yours

Every little drop

carries you in it

No one has a style

like you do

So why do you have to claim it

too

I'm going to say something

so banal 

you might choke on your drink

so quit your sipping

I set out looking for magic

and found myself

Now let's spell together

Practicing bliss

through art glasses

and dancing trees

Turn it up!

 I've had a love affair

with every morning

I've laid eyes on

The way they hold me

breathe into my soul

show me exclusive things

exclusively for me

The aphrodisiac fullness of

morning light

I carry through the day

into the night

and then

    release