Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Your beauty is a foreign language. You
communicate intangibility
like tiny birds who whistle once and dart
away forever, never letting their
improvisation scat be catalogued
like lovesongs overplayed in stereo.
Your beauty is a tongue I don’t possess
within my mouth; I love it nonetheless.
I love you—love you for the cameo
appearances you master in the fogged
and frazzled play I stage. Your life is where
I fall in love; your love is where my heart
will fall in life: with you’s the sole ability
to be the whole that’s never fallen through.

Oh man, THIS is beauty!

title alone brought me in and i am soooo effin glad it did...

love reading you Joel

You are my Shakespeare, Joel. Such a beautiful poem.

danke. gracias.