opened my soul,
and
my heart too.
slipped
unto my hearth
to fan my flames
with loving kindness,
tender wisdom
and,
her wild magic.
opened my heart,
and
my soul too.
days, weeks,
or centuries pass-
her mark is
indelible, and
infinite in its alchemy.
this soul is open
to the star fire within,
ready to unleash a love unfathomable
unto a Universe in need
of audacious miracles
and boundless possibility.
and I sally forth,
to open hearts,
and
souls too.
Category: Poem
Walkin’
while wrestling with the surprise inevitabilities,
life crashes chaotically:
a jumble of grace and love and confusion and
destiny, all
tumbling skywards,
leaving me behind.
wings unbroken,
and path revealed,
I walk on,
humbled by the beauty of it all.
wrinkled glass
slipping in
twixt the
crevices of this heart,
your constancy
lures me away from
the mindless wanderings
of agnostic prayer.
upon the breaks
and
creases and
crinkles,
your broken surface
reflects the shattered remnants
of a soul undone.
sparking the soulstice
languid decadence awaits,
filling
hot humid days which
slip
softly
into sultry nights, and
we lose
ourselves to a yearning
and desire.
sweating,
and whetting our
divine fire.
sweet lover,
let us sin again,
and again, and
again.
let’s set flame to this summer
for,
there shall be no other.
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?
running
summer rains.
waiting &
unexpected, as
youth rolls on by,
like a bat, drunk on moonbeams
on a cloud filled night:
Unanticipated
& waiting
for spring
to come,
when summer
slips
softly
into fall.
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.
Pushing It
crushed moisture screams for release:
tears of deceit flow endlessly.
nonsense & happenstance dance naked in the dark
and a new day begins,
wrapped in the memory of all the days to come.
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.
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