I am swimming in atomic love.
An explosion of pure, untainted release...

A dirty pile in the corner-
Socks worn twice, haphazard...

All too rich, too raw, too real-
The delicate palette of life...

I mentally formulate my words into theoretical
concrete, sketching an outline of poetic assault...

You live a sheltered life.
Your screen: the lens through...

There is something about the notion of your
arms fitting so perfectly around my waist...

~This was a challenge issued by my favorite Tree...
Chimera...

I am alive now and only now.
I am not my past, the best of my past...

A quiet intention that is inspired-
My wings can take flight...

Another "bad" idea
shuffling in my head...

Pieces of her heart-
Were scattered like old bread...

I want to capture you in pill-form
and celebrate you in day-form...