Here

in comfort

physical, sensual joy

yet desiring to be elsewhere

I resort to deconstructing 

ideals. My prized ideals

Strip of fabric slips

off my leg

Bringing me 

here

I smile at you, life

If I were to write a poem

after I fell in love 

in the first decade of my life

it would plead to hold me

and attent to me fully

To gift a poem today

I write that I love me

so fully that I'd like to 

share that feeling

with you

I ran out of things

to say

He slabbed off 

the granite that wasn't needed

to create his art

so we could free our dreams

as already happened

slabbing off thoughts

in the way of life

Flowers or a lighter

many Things possess me

I ask them why 

now I want to know 

Breathe