dreamless chameleon: baron unleashed…Samedi

some yearn to drown
in a world full of dreams.

my dreams long
to manifest
within me.

eyes open and soul afire,
I breathe
mundane wonder
twixt that moment
and this, and

sit here,
in calm excitation,
spellbound
by the beauty
of you.

Garça

sky ablaze
in gorgeous cool calm,
i slip
into a reverie
of what could
be.
Perhaps indeed,
of what will
be.


and Heron,
wings bowed and heavy with destiny,
calls down to me,
screeching uglily
and
defiant,
racing towards that future dream.


and i follow,
eager
to taste this new reality.

cool magic starlight ecstasy time travel

hearts
skip past
anticipation, into the wonder of what may be.

souls
slip back
in time, to watch their story unfold.

Lips
brush gently
accidental, intent on experiencing a first.



and we stand here,
locked
in infinity,


finally free.


‘pated

perspective shift
so swift-
like diving off
a cliff
into a bowl full of giggles
and sighs,
and tasty shapely thighs.



a laugh
hugging me
from deep inside.


a smile
slipping me
out of time, into
this moment here


with
you,


where
everything is nothing
but
true.

Lift

gentled and hungry and hopeful
eyes reach
up
to touch
the cold
dark wonder of the night.


a soul
unfettered, lifts
up on the wisps of
a falling star.


and now
a miracle erupts
like a smile unexpected,
and
we begin,
you and I,
to play once again,
warmed
by our starfire.

Prescient

all unawares,
a moment slips
deep
inside...
a brief spark of pleasure long
forgotten.


that first brush
of your lips
against mine;
your body crushed so
close
to my soul.


a memory of what is yet to be
feels so real
deep
in the heart
of 
me.


для Нина

shelter

a flame
fumbles for purchase
amidst this wild tumultuous
rush of desire,
yet calms
these quivering lips,
so damp with expectation.


what
danger leads you back into these arms?


what
pleasures shall we feast upon?


how
long till fear sends you running hence,
like it did before?





I care not for answers,
nor for fire
nor rain.



I need not know from whence,
or why you came.




I need only to know
the freedom found
in giving once again.




So give it here...
and then let's do it again.
let's give it like we used to,
slipping through time without end.

luvstorm

a tempest builds.

until,
rain slips
sweetly
‘tween
the howling whispers
of the wind,
seeking the warm embrace
of what lies beneath.

and night falls
again,
whispering love stories through the leaves.

calling gently
to you,
and
to
me.

come,
let us feel once more
like we did.