Feb. 14th Completed.
Title: Tiger Lilies

Tiger lilies run through my head
As I try to stem the slumber,
Amidst these fields of pleasure,
I find myself wide awake in my bed.

The field flows beneath the wind
A rippling pond of gold-leafed splendor,
Undisturbed though stirring always
With poise and purpose undetermined.

Sleeping sound though resting never,
Thoughts flowing o’er the golden
Flecked petals, dancing with them
Thus now, with luck, forever.

Patches of blue sky open and close
As these small tigers play catch 
With the wind; Watching the white
Clouds, upward always their pose.

Tiger lilies run through my head
As I rest here in easy slumber 
Aware only of the gentle touch, their whisker,
Looking skyward from this soft bed.

			For Johanna



Feb. 17

And I will use tattoos to remind me of the way I got into your heart.

Feb 20

I don't need to be told when to lose.

Untitled:
dashed against the wall,
a sea of tumult in the hall,
flailing whilst i slumber sound,
a  rare moment to do so, found.