between
sundrop
&
teardrop,
the future boils.
behind the
moon,
and
among
stars,
dreams erupt.
here
i
am,
stuck
in
this
perfect
moment,
alone
with
you.
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Snooze
late night wonderings
take the mind to
distant lands,
far
from
home.
soul,
tethered
to these wakeful sojourns,
waits.
waits to flee and be
free
of your doubts,
and
your
fears.
waits,
to reconnect with
me.
so close your eyes,
until
sun’s decadent rise.
so we can
be.
we,
us three.
dreamflowin’
so long
since beauty
has brushed
these
lips,
and now
they dream
of sweet
rounded hips.
the
taste
of promise is
in the air;
debauched longing,
wishing
to be near;
and we wait.
What was lost
heart
awakens before the dawn;
hands
reach across
hungrily,
for you.
there,
amongst the midnight
wanderings of the soul,
we found
each other.
we found
peace.
we laughed.
we played.
we
were
wicked
in our childish joy.
but now
as night’s slip
pulls away,
you have gone.
are you out there?
are you seeking me out?
does your soul remember
our dance
under the forests of our imaginings?
dreaming perfection:
two souls fast at love.
but.
as a dull orange
burning lustfully
lights the east,
purpose
sweeps away
the ashes of my mind.
i see my sweet
and
beautiful
phantasmal partner right here,
with me…
i feel my lover
dancing with delight,
right here
within me.
Me
don’t run.
or you will always be
alone.
hide,
for a time,
and you will mourn,
alone.
waiting
with open
hand.
please come back
to us:
me&you…
you&me…
WE.
let us reunite
and be whole
like before.
WE
are the love
for which
you hunt.
WE
are
all we will ever need.
so,
come back, my
beloved,
let us feel
this silent stillness
together.
Design
a
first step.
a
deep breath.
a
tiny tremor
of delight.
faintly tangled
up
in
questioning webs
of fear.
until
we embrace
the
chaos
of Her design.
who knew
each kick
or
tumble,
or
exchanged bliss,
would
take you
here,
to where you need
to be?
who knew?
Fog II
safe in
a soft
empty,
silver’s magic
flows
between
this step
and
the
next.
there
is nothing
but this,
and
paradise.
high above,
She sweetly
bores through,
with mystique
&
grace-
She is
lovely,
she is,
more.
She sees
the serene infinite
is
nothing more
than a pit for the blind.
a void for the dammed.
She smiles down,
mockingly
cold, and wicked.
jealous
of your fire.
burn
baby
burn
Fog
Shiny
and Bright,
so Big,
and so fucking
Beautiful.
Roses,
and Sunshine.
then truth
burns
through,
leaving a hot
mess.
and you know
forever,
and
you know always,
it was
only
you.
burn
baby
burn.
a misty morning’s magical maiden
in the smallest hours of the day
when hedgehogs
and unicorns are still at play,
you will find Her in the fog
composing odes
to polliwogs.
sit a while, and you may come to know
just what
you need to light your glow,
then move right
along, there are things to do:
the world awaits
the glory
of
you!
Splat! (mojo’s on holiday)
words fall flat
as
inspiration flees.
nonetheless, the words
fall.
….bidden certainly
(desperately), so
fall they do;
tortured
and unceremonious,
but
sincere,
and
true.
ugly words,
not fit for love.
loathsome phrase,
that kindle no one.
but here i am
humbled
and open,
ready to surrender,
and receive
a creative spark
from the sacred,
or the profane.
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