as Apollo’s final wink
inflames the sky in audacious hues;
The Baron emerges,
sifted from Twilight’s dusky spell:
Which is our
time to flee
the coming night,
with all its unseen.
But,
unbidden,
unencumbered,
and
unapologetic:
She Rises Radiant.
to
light shadow with dulcet whisper;
seduce Samedi; and
claim Queenship of these crossroads.
dream safely tonight my friend,
for you are protected, and
you are loved.
A hope deferred.
a dream
wasted.
Dawn’s fiery promise,
fades limply
to a pale blue sky.
what wonders brew in your soul?
what magic beckons to your call?
what power do you hold?
let me go,
and chase the divinity
which is yours.
or,
remain here,
with me,
and bask,
adoringly
in the embers of yesterday.
this moment
slips ever so gently into
the next…..
as a single breath escapes
those soft round lips:
vulnerable and fleeting.
and,
between the longing,
and gasping, and
roiling anticipation,
behind the need
and want,
beyond all
hope,
I tumble back
into infinity,
trusting
in me.
Shrouded
in the brilliant
preponderance
of the coming storm,
and
ensconced
in swirling mists
of ether,
magics,
and assorted devilry,
Destiny calls out,
desperately
yearning for your touch.
Do you
hear her?
Do you want to?
or would you rather slip
back
into sweet angelic
dreams of beauty
and love?
hidden away in vaults of eternal treasure,
She waits for your embrace.
Will you answer?
or simply wither away?
sunset clings upon her shoulders,
a silhouette of desire, melting into dusk.
sweet passions devour this soul.
if only we could kiss
one….
time…..
more.
as thunder gently caresses
the edges of my sanity,
the calm of inevitability
crashes down
upon my head.
wild and true,
a crescendo of Love
personified,
slowly calcifies into
me,
and you.
summer’s lust captured
in the palm of my hand.
orange flames licking
lips
and cheek and chin.
My Messy Magical Mojo Maker
cloud break; time
shift
bring more nether
in which
we lose ourselves.
i step securely upon wisps
of desire
and sink
so low
into your celestial wonder-
to pause again,
gasping,
for milk
and
honey.
and the rain falls
again
gently caressing
these expectant lips.
Rumor
told me of your return.
I did not want to believe.
you knew that Fate had closed that door.
She has always been faithful
to me.
walking briskly through that cold night
you saw ghosts
and prayed for demons,
but only
felt your
emptiness.
my welcoming hearth,
closed
to you….
so you supped
alone.
this magic
this wonder
this touch of ethereal delight….
this
is the promise
lost to the cold of night.
but from the shadows
a roar comforts
these bones.
I am home,
wild and alone.
so
much
pleasure
riding along
these wicked winds.
so much
to happen.
so much
time.
twisting turn
as the shadows fall.
turn and a twist
and feel
again
that light kiss
of dusk
upon these lips.
seduced
with your witching ways.
the coming dark
shall
reveal your light.
and I burn,
devoured,
by your soul’s delight
