You-biquitous

i am certain
of nothing more
than your existence.

a thousand ants
crawling under a log
may find themselves
exposed
in my child-like search

for you.

i am eternally
destroyed
by your love.

i am like a survivor
of a flood
walking through the street
drenched with
god. surprised
that all of the
drowned victims
are still walking
and talking.

maybe there's hope.

i rush to each
memory
sucking what
i can of you
out of your

various incarnations

to touch them
is to touch you.

to kiss them
is to kiss you.

love is an artform
slightly removed
from its element.

the kiss
you kissed
as if you

alone

could forge
the signature
of the sun.

i close my eyes
although
i never know
the difference
i stand before
a brighter light
at lesser

distance.

things blur.
the sun darkens.
river
like oceans
oceans
like answers
questions
in cloud form
raindrops
in stanzas

to be
or not....

to see
or not....

my dreams and reality
blend in
ancient themes

the base is of venus

cross-faded to ankh

your love drops
from a cliff
over-looking
my
heart.