Sum of Beautiful

Perfection is too damned a thing to desier.
So, I pen epithets that lack adjectives and
archive poems that describe both
the intangible and unnatural.
For what I have known,
no man can translate or comprehend.
How Earth and heaven and sea and Hestia
have congealed into one being.

Sweet Calypso

Goddess of the sea
who quells men’s hearts to a flutter
beneath an ocean floor of desire
and lust.

She bid me come swim in her pool
and float beneath her carnal crests
as she laps against my skin
with ephemeral kisses.


To truly love…
is to inhale the depths
knowing that your lungs will burst.
Journeying into the unknown
with no intent to return
and no compass to
lead you on.
Dancing amidst the void,
with no melody and
feet blistered.

Truly Yours

I like writing to you
at night.
Soft and clandestine.

I am unfamiliar with myself,
so I craft these notes for our benefit.

Sleep swiftly,
my dear.
Parade on lighter thoughts


I, too, sing America.

What a cold, grisly, murderous sound.


She is my sanctum.
I have never felt more secure
as I do in her embrace.

Emotions well inside me,
proportionate to that of
titans and demigods.

Donne and Other Things

And it’s hard to fathom how,
or why,
or when,
but she did it.

She did it without cognizance
and seemingly without effort.

Burn Gently, My Dear

My hands were not made to war.
Nor my lips for deceit.
So I will love you,
and be forthcoming even when unpleasant.

You are fire and I am water.
Emotions rage inside you—
white and hot.


We sojourn together,
knowing not the way nor the land.
Each step buoying us
beyond the clouds,
because reality is too damned a thing
for our hearts to bear.

Your fingers interlock within mine
Like atoms fusing together–
We share a kindred spirit
fashioned by God,
so therefore we cannot interpret.