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.
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my mango
summer’s lust captured
in the palm of my hand.
orange flames licking
lips
and cheek and chin.
My Messy Magical Mojo Maker
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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.
lost
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.
Autumnal Rumblings (another Equinox poem)
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
dandelion supernova
wandering alone through
these memories,
i see that you were never
here.
and in
truth,
i really don’t care.
a shallow moon rises,
flooding this soul
with new magic.
faith rumbles
deep within,
lost
between twin
echoes of doubt
&
age.
lost,
but not forgotten.
a deep sun rises,
scorching this skin
with an ancient wisdom.
I am ready now.
ready
to surrender,
and
drown my pain
in
Destiny’s sweet embrace
and
burst forth triumphant,
ascendant,
and
decadent.
no.
you ain’t ready for this.
Fire & Silver
in the corners
of this shadowy
union,
souls dream and
linger,
seeking the old magic.
inside this simple alchemy burns
a truth
more profound than
life,
and love.
looking
into this mystery,
secrets deep within are
unlocked and
released,
and the demons come out
to play.
and we dance together,
we happy little devils,
we dance
beneath the bonfire
of my soul.
soul sistah, i wanna get wi’chya
soul sistah,
really,
i wanna get wi’chya.
and live a life existential and
sacred, and yet
scandalously ir-reverential.
let’s be grounded
in the metaphysical,
connected to our roots
with souls flung free.
let us make love
in the shadow of our Story,
and bask
in the afterglow of our glory.
let’s make babies,
young,
gifted,
and black.
let them know real love
by how my fingers caress your back.
I mean to getchya woman,
give you all of me
and make you mine.
but first
let us stroll a bit
and let our tale unwind.
Wien
again and again
i return
to you
with your vaulted airs
borne of a past
haunted
by fancies and prestige,
and gilded
with horrors.
your
charming rounded corners
still cut
sharply
into my hollowed
depths.
i see aperol smiles
sharing
lilt
that still escapes me.
you are home,
away from
every other place I go.
don’t wait for me.
because I won’t-
yet we seem to meet
again
and again
on your broad
mourning streets
Falling: A Prayer
Ragged Hope twists
away from me, leaving these
aching fingers
to cling to
the emptiness.
Again.
and once more
we sink
down
into that wellspring of
softness.
oh mother
where art thou?
safe from
the harshness
and
swallowed
by guilt,
we
rest
mercilessly.
slumber,
vigilantly.
hide,
safely.
waiting
for
your embrace.
waiting
to
be set free.
waiting
to be set aglow
by the wild fire
of
your
soul.
come
sweet starfire, come
and burn,
burn
a little closer
to me.
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