gentle summer raindrops
drip,
drip, dripping and
dropping
into the open arms of the night.
leaves dancing
under that sweet pitter-patter,
as cool shadows grow
from deep below.
Silence whispers softly
to my soul
and I am helpless
to resist her gentle persuasions
as I drift
deeper into this evening...
an evening more fantastic,
more wonderful,
and more real than any dream.
a time to feel
my magic
growing within....
a time of small miracles.
a time
to let my
love flow
again.
Category: Eros
Blackberry’s Kiss
slipping across
soft
and
waiting lips,
so many soft
round globes
bounce like bubbles
along my tongue…
the perfect sweetness of the unkown:
sweet or bitter
drawn, or succulent…
each orb
holding
a tiny promise of
Summer…
and all his
anticipatory delights.
a gorgeous mystery until…..
A thunder of pleasure
explodes
into a happy mouth…..a taste
of stars and suns….
a taste, my love
of all to come.
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?
Velvet Steel
besotted by truth
and drowning in reality,
one heart mourns what could not be:
two souls cursed to cleave and be free.
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.
Mackin’
last night I wished on
three shooting stars, but
one
slipped by,
just
out
of view.
until
tonight,
when I met you.
amor lobo
moments devoured
with no care.
each
slipt neat
behind gnarled
tooth,
and sharpened fang.
lingering
over quivering lips,
hunger carves
silhouettes of desire:
tomorrow,
merely promise
pregnant with the regret
of yesterday.
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.
slick city streets
fate slips tenderly between
dream
&
desire,
coaxing truths:
a longing,
for what is so near.
a reminder,
of ambition bred in fear.
a love
so simple, pure, and true.
a love,
joyfully shared with you.
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