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?

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.

dreamtalker

Fog and river
slide into the emptiness:
night claims her prize.

memories wisp and echo
through silent leaves,
singing tales of romance
and woe.

somewhere
out there, among
the whispers,
and between the darkness,
hope reigns
triumphant-
until sun rises again

love for the game

sail with me,
like a heart on the wind,
anchored by butterflies, and hope, and impossible dreams.
flying so high
so homeless, and
so free.

we have nothing but today.
but I’ll love you tomorrow,


till the end of time.


passion may find you
& fear will protect you.

but a life lived grandly
will always
save you.