would
you dance
with me...
through flickering flame?
would you sail
with me,
through shadow
and
rain?
would you
remember
that spark
we shared,
deep in awe?
would you
love
me again,
as once
I
loved
you?
would we
but
try to live true
and free.
would
we
be...?
Category: Eros
Hawk and Horse
racing 'cross gusts of desire,
a stampede of emotion
sends
me soaring.
and here,
in between it all,
I find
You,
so steady,
and true.
A Million Droplets, Hanging In The Air
the sweet whisper of Night's wonder lingers on between fog and field, and muted heart. -a kind caress upon this old fool's soul. the thrill of our wildest abandon lost, in a swirl of misplaced memories, cloud this mist with the sweet taste of a destiny foregone, and fill the in-between spaces with our hidden dreams and forgotten desire. Dawn approaches gently with her ever tantalizing promise, and this longing remains still.
Fulfilled
the glint of
summer, and
its gentle storms that ignite the very sky
flash
fierce across her
young eyes.
and,
dancing across his full
and trembling
lips,
the promise
of a thousand tomorrows.
and so they walk on,
with neither hope,
nor care
for what may come.
with this moment won,
nothing more needs be done
Asante Sana (digging on you)
your eyes
brimming with cool
ancient fire,
send sparks
of joy
racing
beneath my skin.
but,
the jolt of your wonder
rocks me
deep.
a future wild,
unpredictable
and free, filled
with mischief
and surprise,
awaits us.
only if
if you felt
the thrill of destiny
the way I do,
you too
would fly.
but,
if you could feel
what I feel,
maybe i wouldn't
share how
happy it feels
to be so sweet on you
(nah, I would).
so i soar, high
on this splendiferous bliss,
reminded of the magic
and the beauty
released
with every silly giggle
that set our souls awiggle,
and
each tender kiss,
shared twixt trembling lips.
and i thank you
for briefly glimpsing infinity
with me.
scratching bliss
drowning
in the tickled wordplay
of profane hucksters
lacking
depth,
and sincerity
of purpose,
and love-
like the clumsy
flailings of titillating foreplay
missing that soft
singular kiss
from trembling, anticipating lips.
glimpsing,
and
brushing
the edges
of
infinity,
yet never cleaving
unto Truth.
close your eyes,
and
taste these lips,
and slip
off this
cliff,
unto beauty,
and ruin.
Moon’s Kiss
it is not love
i seek
in your effervescent shine.
nor do I yearn
to dive too deep
into
your wonder,
and feel your splendor
unfold.
but,
as you glide
so soft across the night sky,
full of grace and
mystique,
and so much style,
you remind me of
what it means,
to be truly free.
so,
under your ancient ephemeral glow,
we laugh and
dance like demons lost,
full of decadence,
and forbidden de-
light.
too loud,
and
with piercing fire in our eyes,
we call out
your name
and give thanks
for the love you show.
Yeah,
we thank you,
and we burn so fucking bright.
Dawning Reality: Dreams For Tomorrow
darkness retreats once more,
stolen away
by pastels so soft
and so sweet...
kinda like
the bum fuzz
of trumbling bumblebees.
and the surety
of Night's mystery
is lost
once again,
to the wild wonder
and dazzle
of a new day.
but here,
right now,
in this gentle in-between,
where the witches
and fairies,
and magicians still play,
i remember when
you & I
would dance
too,
together;
blissfully innocent?
courageously optimistic?
or maybe,
just at peace
with life,
and one another.
so i dream a bit longer
and pray you do too.
a song
bring me
more
of them sweet rain drops,
the ones that slip
through branch
and leaf
with naive &
bumbling grace,
like children
rolling gleefully
down
hills of grassy green.
i call for the tempest
in all her wildness,
and for skies
so deep in grey,
that Moon feels welcome
to slip in and play.
in this welcome calamity,
on my knees I sing,
for the hope
of a rainbow:
Gaia’s dream.
so,
please,
kiss me
again,
like you used to do,
and let us light the bright
with a magic so
fresh
and so new.
Signal
I send these wild words,
to crash gently alongside your soul;
as the sea beats mercilessly
upon rocky shores:
powerfully
&
in vain.
does the stone know
the roiling chaos of the sea?
do you truly feel the depths of this longing?
perhaps,
but
as the tide must roll,
these feelings must flow:
a signal,
that love goes on.
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