the rattle of happy windows.
a whirl of bronze and yellow....
scratching,
and rustling.
jasmin and bougainvillea-
vainglorious till the end,
sigh under a cool breeze,
fading with dignity,
into this quilted pageant of decay.
and Night whispers
at midday,
"yes, you already know my name"
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you look so fine
traipsing through the treeline...
gliding
with such grace....
or
was that me?
the hearth beckons,
cackling songs of last winter:
lovers' vows of the succour to come...
but i yearn
yet
to touch your ghostly presence
feeling
along my skin in the darkness.
are you ready?
autumn rhapsody of fools and fairies
the winds wind down into the dawn,
whispering
and waiting
for night to return, and
to carry the wildness
of our dreams
and desires
into the forest
of want
and despair,
where I wait naked
and ready
for your love.
Fuck You Moon
humbled by mendacity,
and
fear
i wait here.....
i wait
for your light
to remind
me
of
my might.
swaddled with booze,
boobs, drugs,
and fear,
I wait...
I always wait,
to hear your tears.
please,
let
me
again see the King within.
please
fuck off
and let the remembering begin.
moon so fickle, and now she’s a sickle
i wait
for you, under
cloud littered skies.
i wait,
listening to how Owl flies.
we were to dance,
you and I
until the duende whispered
a final goodbye.
but now
we wait
until that time comes again
when you steal so much fire
from your starry friend,
to light the way for mystery and lore
to crawl through the hedge, and through my front door.
bedtime story
shadow calls,
and we slip
once
more into the ether, to
find our way
home.
i missed you.
Terra Firma
Escoita!
she calls
to you,
yearning
for your return
to this place you knew not before.
terra firma.
Bound
in poetry and magic,
and the ethereal.
Steeped
in terrific fantasy,
and mystery manifest.
Seasoned
by tears
surrendered for lost sons.
Appreciated,
for her bounteous beauty
and wondrous delights.
Courted
by way
of this love
for you.
so listen, and
harken back
to the shadow,
to ancestral dream
and whispered rhythms.
rhythms your ancestors never
knew
they knew.
listen,
for you are home.
listen,
and let her fall
once more,
deep
into
you.
coaxing dawn
wound tight,
within the rounded corners of night,
a cacophony of silences cascades
over me,
inevitably interrupted
by the
tumble
of rain,
and possibility-
ingredients for
a beautiful new day.
if but this perfection could
last eternal,
in my heart and,
in the cold fire of your soul,
who knows to what heights this love may grow.
carib-dreamin’
doctor-bird makes her final rounds,
gleefully and gracefully
diagnosing blossom for sweetness,
and the last
lingering
drops
of the rain shower
slip
softly
into a cool tropical breeze.
Papagaio
screeches
home across the pastel hues
of a dusking sky.
and
Night slides
ever so gentle
from under the leaves
of Breadfruit tree.
and here
you are,
with me.
Ria Rainbow
Dawn grasps
a wistful
smile as
Night slips sullenly
away,
dodging that spark
of tomorrow
painting the hills
with hope
and flame.
and above it all,
a bridge to pleasure.... leading
to treasure
unimaginable.
and so wish,
as you always should, and
follow that dream back
to
you.
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