I don’t want to bury myself in a bottle
or under a never-ending stack of work
or in some cause that’s not really mine.
This time I want to bury myself in you,
to spend this lifetime making it right,
and making love to you every night.

When you went all Geisha on him
he really had no idea what to do–
You left the Samurai lion confused,
his body and soul aroused by you.

Your laughter still plays in his head,
making him feel distracted and hazy —
Your enigmatic smile etched in his mind
even as he wonders if he is crazy.

But maybe tonight he’ll finally see
what all these years he’s missed —
That he deserves fiery passion
served with a big helping of bliss…

A thousand miles out at sea
the little fishing boat capsized:
no flares went up that night,
no emergency radio beacons,
just one survivor treading water,
trying to kick off her concrete shoes,
struggling to keep her head up by
staring at the stars and the moon.

I stood on shore and I could feel it too —
icy tendrils wrapped around my heart
till it slowed. And froze. And shattered
into pieces so very small that I’m
not sure I’ll ever find them all.
Now I’m gazing on that same moon,
praying for my Love’s safe return,
wishing there was more I could do…