Sometimes I think,
I need a spare heart to feel
all the things I feel.

let my heart always be
like it is...this very moment
ready to explode...with love
a violent rainstorm...
with no stream
no ocean vast enough
to flow into.

love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers

I had embraced you...
long before i hugged you.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

to be a poet means
to live
with a permanent wound

forever
susceptible
to either

the shade
of the sky

or someone's eyes.