IF I MAY BE

IF i may be. . . (maybe)
(yes, it is simple because it’s the only
thing to do!) me of all that i CAN DO
yes, i see when this (what thing?) comes unto
my smallest world; with proclaimed sweet apple-
eyes and ruby (stolen) lips of dreams
i wish i were staying in New Orleans
and working my poems in that Victorian
home of my many wishful lustfully “you”
whose walls have stretched beyond
romantic imaginations of my emptied
chamber — not that anything was ever
really there dear. And out of the well
of God and her kindness tells me a few
philosophers say I’m doing quite well!
where freedom’s mouth under a mere
wish above as breathing what-if’s which
life-fear shall never do?
dreams drowning within life’s thunderous
stormy tears of love and what-if’s YOU

:: 09-13-2015 ::