Poetry

Paths to love-Devotion; 
the only way to cleanse 
my thoughts: through you, 
even in rooms 
designed for Tai-Chi. 

On a dark path 
with yellow street lamps 
swimming in dark-blue 
impressionist hues 
on a pre-spring night. 
The only way home- 
Through you. 

The secret to flight: 
to deliriously float 
from street lamp to street lamp- 
Is only through you. 

You are kinetic energy 
nibbling my eardrum. 
Yet, I am sadly 
only full of potential 
on a blue-hued path.