master of comedy scurrying this way and that, provoking divine chortles which lace the evening sky, as I forever seek the truth glowing inside.
master navigator venturing over baobab and through acacia, leaping under the sound of the drums. steeped in earthy aroma, I find myself here, waiting.
a master of seduction leaving behind desire and ecstasy, as the ghost of longing slips unfathomably close, leaving in its wake a truth that glistens with tantalizing delight across naked skin, fulfilling a hunger that wants for naught. yet the whispers of loss still tingle in my ear.
my apprenticeship has only just begun.
by the shadow of love, pieces of yesterday litter the way forward, while lost tears find their way home under a star's cold embrace. and the moon rises again.
long have i waited
for opportunity's spiked embrace, as portents of struggle flooded my soul with a patient kind of love. and fear arrived to nest in my heart. fear stilled these capable limbs. fear stilled all hope, leaving me in a broken moment, until fear stilled my fear. and so I am here now, fearless & alone, wrapped in this cloak of destiny.
i am free
so fuck you. don't try to tell me, or my sisters what to do. i am free so fuck you. No matter the number of bullets, our march continues. i am free so fuck you your fear based politics lubricate shriveled up lies that soon will be due. i am free so fuck you. Happy Fourth of July Mother Lovers. (but fuck you)
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul, but you are not broken. though some rivulets of feeling spill over, you remain whole. so come, with all your scarred perfection, and let us explore a fractured past, tell tales, and share a kiss that will last for eternity. let us polish these cracks with love's wild caress.
summer's ebullience creeps in
gentle, yet rambunctious, with cool sunny mornings composing sweet songs, of lush, verdant, and joyful things. the humming abundance shakes this penitent soul. and I surrender, but still, I want more.
the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success, bleed mercilessly into endless days and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain into the haze of here and now.
between gusts of summer madness, & heretical expectation, I float roughly, 'cross an ocean breeze to screams of delight which punch so gracefully through the wind, harmonizing elegantly, with the cries of anguish for what must leave. and I wait impatient, for the wheel must turn .
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air, lighting the truth within our dreams. a tender longing, tugging soft at sweet opportunity let slip away, craving those firm memories of what could have been. so we trace gentle upon Her ouroboros of sensuality, sinuously towards fait accompli, and rejoice, set free to be you, and me.
of summer rain up, around, and over me like a million fireflies laughing on a hot dusty breeze. ...sweetness, captured 'neath linden trees sagging under the volume of cicadas... and night slides through, awakening dreams... and old fears too. and I smile deeply into her eyes with delight, finding infinity smiling right back: oh this crazy love we share: my beautiful Tanty and me.