you look so fine

traipsing through the treeline...
gliding
with such grace....
or
was that me?


the hearth beckons,
cackling songs of last winter:
lovers' vows of the succour to come...
but i yearn
yet
to touch your ghostly presence
feeling
along my skin in the darkness.


are you ready?

too much….too little….too far to return

one step


two stumble.
the game begins.



waltzing
through life
in salsa shoes.

and to music stopped
long ago everywhere
but their
soul.

whispering to the ages,
they each seek succor.
-greeted with laughter,
and told to cry
some more.

please
dance with me on this night.
I swear
we will touch the very foundation
of our love.

coaxing dawn

wound tight,
within the rounded corners of night,
a cacophony of silences cascades
over me,
inevitably interrupted
by the
tumble
of rain,
and possibility-
ingredients for
a beautiful new day.

if but this perfection could
last eternal,
in my heart and,
in the cold fire of your soul,
who knows to what heights this love may grow.

carib-dreamin’

doctor-bird makes her final rounds,
gleefully and gracefully
diagnosing blossom for sweetness,

and the last
lingering
drops
of the rain shower
slip
softly
into a cool tropical breeze.

Papagaio
screeches
home across the pastel hues
of a dusking sky.

and
Night slides
ever so gentle
from under the leaves
of Breadfruit tree.

and here
you are,
with me.