in my lap lays a journal
black velvet, embroidered,
red thread,
symbols, and patterns
like leaves and spirals
hearts and flowers
a ribbon keeps the pages
and blue marks…
keep my ramblings in line
 
I wonder where is the book
that holds all the thoughts
and feelings I keep close
to my heart, those words
never written but known
to the privacy of my inwards
 
lust filled cravings
so delicious my heart
accelerates
and my skin warms
as they creep into
the moments of daily life
 
depth of emotions
when compassion arrives
and visions of sadness
penetrate my brain…
my eyes water and I quietly
sniffle, because…how can
you turn off suffering
 
then the distracts of the self
and awareness of existence,
the focus on joy,
and the quiet of the mind
because that book… that book
is volumes of infinite pages
and an eternity of journals
dedicated…
to keep you in mind