Wild Woman

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.





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.