.

sleepless in phoenix
reasoning this list of options.
nothing sinking in. except for the option
to close my eyes. and imagine your callin
keeps me from fallin
keeps me from fallin.

Tea time poem

sweet afternoon.
lazy in my living room.
laying around to just lay around
to hear the sound of where i stay
pass the way where i sleep and dream
dream about when i saw you
saw you in the garden, the garden where you saw through me.
through the thickets and thorns i put around me.
no one can see, only you.