The First Person

I look my most beautiful on some days
I look less than average on some
I laugh like an unblemished child some days
I cry like someone who loved and lost …that one
I find hope like an optimist
I find meaninglessness like the nihilist
I love like God
I hate like the devil
I criticise like a cynic
I praise like a lackey
I fuck like we have eternity
I am celibate like a child
I write poems to please
I please myself with ease

That Spring of Love

You did not see that spring;
Nor were you Expecting this plight;
You didn’t fall in love at first sight;
You judged, and contemplated;
You debated day and night.

You waited…
abated;sated;dated
To decide,

Was it the season
Was it the time
What did catch your fancy?

When profane becomes sacred,
When something preoccupies.
When love
Is predominant,
You become mine;
I become Thine.