I'm Just the One

I’m the one you called,
Please drop that aire.
You’ve been around me buzzing,
I see you everywhere.

I see through you always,
Through me to her this way.
So remember when you're calling,
You reach from here to there.

What Leads?

What leads, changes and whispers,
sacrifices she reckons I'll autograph.
Inscribe a figure, encrypt a cipher.
You wonder what on earth's the code.
Keep wondering, earthly beings will never know,
How this universe can be shown,
Which figures to engrave, what ciphers to compute.
You may inscribe a figure, encrypt an epithet,
In your grave you write your ode,
before she takes faith my word,
matter will be interred.
Before her language is fully calculated,
your curiosity will be more than sated.
Don't waste a second,
The puzzles of dreams, must all be reckoned.

You Sit to Write

You keep books, know permanence,

good grammar, logic, common sense.

As a broker gather chips,

and from the pieces, build your ships.

And one day you sat to write,

You saw what backed those eyes.

It went through you, right then right there.

Got caught off guard, by the saddest stare.

She gives you peace?

Dances like Michael, paints?

Cooks, writes poetry, sometimes faints.

Maybe you just aren't through,

Could she have a hold on you?