a perfect day

did
you
smell
today's promise in
the waning night
air:
crisply thin,
and growing?



did
you
see
the morning sky
wink
as storks skipped
'cross the ether
into a rising flame?



did
you
taste
the delicate pines
dripping mist and magic,
and memories?



did
you
hear
the robins, and tits and
crows all laugh
with the old chortling mamas
swimming in love?



surely you felt
that
tingling spark of
recognition
singe your soul, when the grizzled stranger
smiled
just for you.




rare indeed,
are days lacking
in such love
and wonder.










the call / der ruf

beckoning so sweet
with the wisdom of butterflies
and posies.

how could I resist?

so I answer
with love.

and hugs.
and a dog.

Thank you ‘Mina

——–

winkt so süß
mit der Weisheit der Schmetterlinge
und
Blumenstrauß.

wie könnte ich widerstehen

also antworte ich
mit Liebe.

und Umarmungen.

und ein Hund.


Danke ‘Mina

sloughing sin

histories suffocate
under the
vibrancy of these lush
tropical nights, and
I scream
for release,
only to awaken here
naked,
next to you.



Knowing knows
and you don't
know
nothing.
but,
my love,
neither do I.



so,
we learn to creep,
penitent and
proud,
thrusting subtlety here,
and there.

we learn to cleave unto memory..

memories woven by old spiders
and old women,
woven to adorn the
stooped shoulders
of kings
fallen.

blossoming

screeching under august welcome,
night's mystery
grudgingly gives way to
the common wonder
of daybreak's song
of lights.


and in between dawn's shy muted shadow,
I wait
again. jilted,
again. But
I am
calm and fervent,
in anticipation of our rendezvous.



my fickle muse.




we may waltz
or wrestle,
wrangling like old fools.
we may slip soft into the other,
whispering affection
and planning doom.



we.