Live in the moment, write a verse
Sing a song for better or worse
For those that are still around
Still aground, that still abound
Purrs New Zen in dulcet tones
Cease to scruple, seize this time 
This time, say it out 
To the ones whose breath still vaults
On quickening wings still topside
Of the cosmic vault up high

But En-meshed and-mashed in 
So many things still intertwine 
Seethe and sizzle, yours and mine
In gleaming lips and blistered minds  
O’er crowds of marigolds and mines
In perfect storms come rain or shine
In eggshell treads, blessings and all
Around the holes within our whole 
Where things leak out, eke out, grow cold 

Love poems can’t fit in, flit in 
To spaces filled with oxygen 
Rushing in and then out 
In bouts, in routs, in-halations
Love in poetry is pos-thu-mous 
Past-the-mists of life’s bliss 

Waiting pages like watching sages 
Stay pristine, unscripted. Cleaned
By life-sodden exhalations 
While lungs and wrists and hearts replete 
With forgotten dyes wait to spill 
Nostalgic ink in clots and things 
In what-if meanderings, when
No more breath is left to draw 
Shrinking wraiths on windowpanes 
When the dearth of death is overcome
They sink their teeth into the sheets 
That flutter for their odes of love.