\\\SERIOUSLY, what would a poet Be
if all the words written were of
love? Desert. Dry. Fragments
of pieces of wishing? Who knows –
only you. But this I know.
we want only a few things in this
life: Sex, food, comfort, shelter,
and love.
Aside of that. The few remaining
awaken who dream wish a bit more.
truth, life, knowledge, and
the taste of GOD.
I’m sleeping on the right of the bed.
take the rest of it. \\\
:: 09-25-2017 ::
