Perchance

If only in that lower lip
To find heaven
To find peace and release
And a way to love's solace

If only in clavicle
Glint
The sparkle of an eye
To make that all
More real

In only nape
In only to nuzzle
To grow close
Sweet warm meadow
Honey's dew

In only in heart
In soul
In never ending
Joy and whoa
Of you
Only you

Not Just Another

Bring me this light
Like beaten sheets
White streets of gold
That I may live
In it glimmer

Take mine from me
Giving wakefulness
In the memory
Of the splendor
It brings

For far is that look
And pain
It may bring
But to want
Not judge
To savor
Not budge

To know
of wrong
To feel
Only right
And so it just might

So beat me to this light
You bringer of things
And tempered
Steel and iron

For it is in your face
I find
That glimmer
And succession
To once more hold
Unbound things
And to know the light
The passions it brings