Love is Not AllLove is not all it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolutions power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

Love After LoveThe time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome and say sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf the photographs the desperate notes peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

I crave your mouth your voice your hair.Silent and starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me dawn disrupts me all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

That night when you kissed me I left a poem in your mouth and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

Maybe you could be mine or maybe well be entwined aimless in this sexless foreplay.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life that is how relative time is.

Falling in love is very real but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then we met and everything changed the cynic has become the converted the sceptic an ardent zealot.

The words I Love You kill and resurrect millions in less than a second.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike and it is possible if you stand tippy-toe to walk between the raindrops.