Existential Potential

A soliloquy
a dream,
an inability to relate time
or at least it seems

I think of strawberries
I think of mint,
I contemplate
being relevant

It’s relative
It’s near
but I can’t grow thyme,
though my garden is lush
in it’s soul refreshing prime Read more…

I Surrender

I hunger
for you
your serpentine
it’s acrobatic ability
to slip
and flick
the backside
of my intellect

Make me
a slave
with your
deep sight
that penetrates
my essence
I surrender