the center of it all

glancing deep,
into the nothing,
where
butterflies dream
of winter snows,
and
panthers roam
on silken roads,

i see
every single little thing…

i see
absolutely nothing at all.

In this perfect
unending
captured moment,
i am free of love
& fear
and the happy circumstance
that lies in between.

in short, my friend,
I am
here.

so,
when silver laced words crash
and tumble
across your chest,
awakening the golden dragons
within.


will you?

can you?


ignore the call?



Nothing needs
you,
and ditto you,
withall.

majesty

veiled in the grandeur of
the Here
and the
Now,
She approaches.
masked and subdued,
yet resplendent in her ascension.

then we waltz,
again through memories
of what is yet to be ,
moving to the rapid pulse
of Destiny.

such love
knows no equal.
such intimacies
know no bounds.
we go round
and round and
round,
weaving truth from dreams,
ripping fear from
the uninitiated,
answering unspoken pleas.

grappling ecstatic
with abandoned frenzy
we cleave unto
the other as two.
and part
as one.

and Night rises,
gasping in disbelief
at this primal dance
of shadow and blood.

and we whisper gently
into that great void:
my darling,
do worry, for
we have only just begun.

string of pearls

a billion translucent wonders
capture the magic of your radiance
yet,
your bountiful love is never contained.



longing for the warmth
of your transcendental gifts,
I sup, drink, and drown in your glory.



inspired by your generosity
i rain fire
upon the willing, and
pour loving devotion
upon those not ready to see.

Such is the way of cosmic alchemy.




another day in paradise

the present hurtles
quickly without,
threatening
the serenity within.

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we
tumble together
through
mists & fantasm.
we lust,
we conspire,
we whet a growing desire.


I delve
deep
into
the truth
of you:
sly eyes look up,
expectant,
and a soft heart glows
dependant.




under a watchful Moon,
glistening bodies
bathed
in silver
lie,
empty
of hope
or pride.


a future written
is a future lost,
so we stay true
to love at every cost,
knowing dreams
carry a power untold,
feeding the flickering fire
of a happy wicked soul.

waves

gently scalded
by
a star’s loving mercy,
i slip again,
down
into the shadows
where (my) truth blossoms
furtive,
and safe
from expectations and love.

yearning for absolution,
yet fearing
dissolution into a greater part
of me.

so i scale these peaks of despair
and slide into the valleys, grounded in solitude,
all the while,
avoiding the stagnant tranquility of constancy.