Epilogue/Prologue (and the stuff in between too)

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

flight

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.

Night Breeze

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.

sky slips: apollo rises (the lunar orgy continues)

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.

soul sistah, i wanna get wi’chya

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.