If confusion has you
(distance and emotion
means the heart skips
smoothly across wishes
of a dreaming spirit)

If you love
(me, i’m the agent of
confusion by way of
my unbridled mind)
a soul, the kindness is
smoothly a skipping stone

And inevitability is cousin
to fate, two clouds
serenading the sun
on Sundays the tears
of two hearts
shower-resembling flowers
like breathing-beating souls

:: 11-11-2014 ::