bringin’ back dat ruckus

a torch held
burns so
less bright,
than the inferno
unleashed.


than your
inferno,
released.

so, let it burn
i say.

let it burn
deep,
and from
yo
soul.



tamed too long,
by faith
and
longing,
the world yearns
for your unmatched fire.

star child, and
fiend of light,
scorch us once again
with your wild passion
and love.

they ain’t ready,
but,

are you?

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.

star song

jubilation
rings so sweet
in this heart,
bursting full of the old magic;
weaving dream
and wonder
into golden harmony.


come,
warm yourself
by this song,  
and sup
from this
cauldron, 
asteam with earthly delight.




for there is a longing
to perform miracles again:


these words hunger
to tickle your breath with tales of hope again; and



these hands yearn
to plunge you deep into the wildness of love again; and



these lips wish
to beckon you with whispers of fire again; and



this soul shall once again
touch the soft corners your heart.





blind bliss

enfolded in this
limitless embrace,
every kiss
is
an invitation
to
wonder.



Eternity unfolding:
a myriad of unexpected
moments erupting from
the starburst of our souls.



Paradise.



weavers of magic,
mystery,
and beauty.
together,
our love fuels
a flame
of
destiny,
creativity,
and
hope.




the universe awaits.

depths of seduction

a subtle spectre
of sweet chaos
drifts
ephemeral,
gliding tantalizingly close
over the welcome
softness of her bosom.

-----

piercing deeply
into mystery
and
wonder,
unabated flame
fuels
his craving.

-------

placid,
and
yielding to desirous touch:


her grace;


his beauty;


their finiteness;


belie
the fury roiling within.



shadow & water.
steel & flame.
truth combines
to vanish the fear.


tempest
&
inferno
twist mercilessly.


neither to be tamed
by that gentle thing
never named,
and only whispered,
deep
in the hollows
of forgotten dreams.



if but for fate.....


if but for pride.....




if but for doors left unopened,
this fierce love
could be yours,
and mine.

Tyrant Supreme

ripped asunder
and
split,
into a thousand
wants, flagrant
in their desire,

the thrill
of loss
burns vengefully,
like
an orgasm
leached artfully
from an unsuspecting lover.



yet,
the dance persists.


urged on
by singed memories
of those stolen moments,
we sacrifice still:
soul
and fire;
magic
and gold;

all,
to the false gods
of hope,
destiny,
and
love.

come with me,
angel
of the night,
and let us be free
of this misplaced oblivion.

call to arms: a soul’s prayer

the warming spectre
of love devours
the end
of hope.



and,
like drops of nostalgia
glistening across the emerald waves
of my past,
these sun-blessed miracles glisten
and
sparkle
once more.



anticipation
rings
through this hollow chest,
filling it with love-
song,
and
so much
more.

are you ready?

the baron awakens

burn through daylight shimmer
to soothe Night's beguiling sorrow,

lacing
dreams
with sacred perversions:
life interrupted-


oh
yeah.


solemn blasphemies
twistin' in the air
gently caressing
smoothened hackles.




should I but choose
to
shatter
your shackles,
such slippery wordplay
could be spiritual foreplay.


a stimulating beginning
to what wonders await;
a tender body
with soul afire.