I want to lick
the full moon,
let it’s light,
flowing white,
drip sips
into my mouth
open wide…
How I love
you perched
hard ‘n’ high!
Shower me
with your power
and make me
come alive.
romantic poetry
Sailing to Sit
Grass blades prickling toes
dancing as I lift a daisy
from ground to nose,
sniffing my eyes high
to catch the right cloud,
jump up and hitch a ride
sailing to sit by your side
take your hand in mine
and…WAIT to see what you would do
if you knew I’m so in love with you!?!
Awe
Awe tastes like coffee,
steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe
as I swallow a good gulp
Awe slips down the throat,
and with a pump to the gut
rumbling the insides up,
giving a swift kick of giddy
A rocket to the flaccid brain.
Awe is trigger addictive
to someone like me,
turning darkness to light,
I drink morning to night.
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 