For a love that would ride relentless,
cresting and cresting
like this lakesurf before a high wind.

Free Verse Suicide

But that which does not exist
can't be slain, meter or no!

I would make love to you
as though nothing else were real
but those open-ocean eyes.

Refractory Period

After parting,
the wait
to love again.

As though your tongue
draws the breath from my skin
that I tumble through the spaces
within my atoms.

Ragged rows of gulls
perched windward, the break-water
magnetized.

My seams fray like the edge of day,
bursting-full this chaotic empty.