Boundary

somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.

mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.

the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.

spark

fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.

wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.


will you give me
what i
ask?

or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?

Night Call

a sliver
of a whisper
draws me back
to you.
i cannot help but stare,
and the wanting
leaves me ravenous.

the wickedness
of this memory’s tangibility
lifts my sunken heart.


and the beauty
of solitude,
pristine like a perfect winter day
chills this fiery soul.

a day of neverending calm,
free of the fields of feeling
that hosted our summer play.
free
of the love
that fear sent away.

so in the corners of this night
I reach for you
with these words,
but the darkness has fallen,
and hope has too.

Guts

fluttering down
upon your forehead-
like a promiscuous butterfly
seeking soul nectar.

or,
flowing freely from the heart
after rhapsodic wrestlings
with your perfect Muse,
soaring to the depths of wildest abandon.

or,
sore from the kicks,
and heaving from exhaustion,
Inspiration belches
forth from a weeping gut-
ready to spin beauty from the void within.