All who would chase the grail
had not the wisdom;
Those who had the wisdom
lacked will;
Save one.
Even he was afraid to touch it.

Some are lovers
hiding 'neath covers,
while others fight,
make up at night.

I love to love
another,
learn
him backward
forward.

I love to yearn,
to be shot down,
the challenge,
high noon sun,
is where it's fun.

Find ways to rise,
each time
a higher climb,
new skills, improved,
not past my prime.

A learned whore
can be pleased more
often than
scared virgins,
prudish bores.

A whore for words
as men's swords
fall rusted to floors
the minds worth more
than ever before.

Play with me,
sing to me,
hide in every corner.
I will not leave
until he asks me.

With my sledgehammer,
I am driving a wedge
as hard and deep as I can.

Attempting to retrieve
what is truly mine,
I will swing with all my might.

The heart will not fail,
cannot lose to an illusion,
a monetary delusion.

When the soul sees heaven,
it cannot return to earth,
pretend not to have felt warmth.

Sometimes resting
when I reach a hard place,
but I drive to an image, your face.

I will hold the hands
that hold the key
to love that extends eternally.

You will fall,
My arms, though weak,
will break before I let you bleed.

A promise is a vow
is nothing if not my oath;
I will stay, and be strong for us both.