Ah the innocence and enthusiasm of my youth. It’s wonderful to read poems I wrote as a teen.
Sand clings to the naked body like a new skin.
Free falling into a thing called love a life is ready to begin.
Underground the Earth rumbles and shakes the world above.
Growing together from the strange chemical of love.
Father please save me, for I know not what I do.
Flying as if there was nothing that clouds my soul, renewed.
Arrows pierce my flesh and puncture my bleeding heart.
Eyes blinded from all things when we are apart.
Caught by love, practicing the single most beautiful form of art.