underneath, and
between the rapturous birdsong,
and
hovering over every golden burst
of dawn,
lies
Fear,
greedily waiting
to devour your flame.
waiting
to sap your pleasure
waiting
for your fall.
Except,
the beauty of nightingale’s sorrow,
and
the blinding glory of our favorite star
lifts true believers
above the pesky threats of love.
so,
my cumbersome angel,
come,
glide
on winds untold,
and let us,
together, fall
eternal
cold hearts dream
of lost childhoods.
but you & me,
we
founder together
in the crucible of our love.
squealing delirious,
and dancing with glee.
and the wonder of youth rushes forth
on sweet tiny little feet,
greeting us with jubilant smile and wide trusting eyes.
our future is secure:
you,
you, &
me
lost in the distance,
and
wrapped
in memories yet to be,
i feel
our story calling,
happily.
walk with me; soar with me.
let us remember how to be free.
sundered
by circumstance,
distance,
and
time,
two hearts
glide shyly
across the moonshadow…
seeking
union;
&
yearning
to collide
once again,
and rejoin the
flow,
and
rise of Destiny;
&
freedom,
so that the miles are nothing more
but a dream
long
forgotten.
burning
with a desire,
for a future filled with delights;
nourishing the flame
of promise,
kindled
by the
presence
in each passng moment:
each kiss
&
every hello;
every embrace
&
every time we come,
or go.
so let us dance,
together,
under the moon’s light.
let our hearts be one
on this lovers’ night.
sliding
away
without a care,
Destiny calls your name.
will
you follow, or
stay?
do you even
remember
how to play?
dancing
into
infinity…
spinning wonders
stolen
from hot gossamer winds,
pregnant with promise, lust, and adventure.
sinking deeply,
into the beauty
of our love.
now,
here comes the rain
and the thunder,
and all the magic in-between.
let us weave tales of beauty,
and of love, and
Angels shall fall
to hear our song.
pushed
firmly against this breast,
i feel
only thunder
pouring out from your soul-
and mine.
twixt the lightning
and after the pain,
rainbow
kisses
touch the sky.
in between
these gasps
of pleasure,
floating
here
with you
in eddies of pure
delight,
i hunger
for nothing.
sliding soft &
ascendant
across a smoky void.
the sky is yours.
I lie awake
roused by a tantalizing touch,
stroking
the beast
inside….
and I throw back my neck
and devour
all
of
you.
yes,
I am still yours.
but,
perchance my honeyed words
of lust
and love
have grasped
a wisp
of your
splendiferousness,
and blasphemous vivaciousness.
,
and
for a moment as dear
as a wasp’s hair,
you,
are mine too.
grace-
imagined.
adoration
misplaced
hope-
…….
and now I wonder,
is your serene glow
but
a reflection of my wonder?
have you dreamt of my fire tipped words
dancing across your virgin lips?
blushing,
but for me?
I think so.
seeking
that truth from which
I run.
I cannot escape
the honeyed honesty
dripping
from your bitter eyes.
I
see
only reflections
of
prowling demons:
silenced,
but wary.
I long
for
reciprocity in
our intimacy,
or
truly,
maybe i
long simply
to behold
me.
soul sistah,
really,
i wanna get wi’chya.
and live a life existential and
sacred, and yet
scandalously ir-reverential.
let’s be grounded
in the metaphysical,
connected to our roots
with souls flung free.
let us make love
in the shadow of our Story,
and bask
in the afterglow of our glory.
let’s make babies,
young,
gifted,
and black.
let them know real love
by how my fingers caress your back.
I mean to getchya woman,
give you all of me
and make you mine.
but first
let us stroll a bit
and let our tale unwind.
