Oh to be the gentle breeze That frees the hibernating Globe of dandelion seeds.
Oh! To be the bead of sweat That tickles as it trickles Down your neck, Between your breasts.
No time to waste Just smile and be Smile and be happy All else is passing cloud
Oh! to be the melting butter of desire On the toast of hunger in your eyes.
Oh! to be the sunrise At the bottom Of your Coffee Cup
Oh to be a Rain Drop: Knowing I was made to fall, Knowing I will live, dissolve, And rise again.
Oh! To be my daughter's golden smile That steals my time (not knowing what it is), Till I (the child) sit, timeless, on the shore: My thoughts all falling from my hands: Meaningless, confetti-ed glass.
Oh! to be the desert As it scents the rain.
Oh to be the sight That caught the light That caught your eye.
Waxing Poet, Waxing Poetical 