hard silhouettes carve the dawn sky,
slicing mercilessly through
brush strokes
of what is
to come.
muted flame.
ice & wonder.
another promise
made.
another hope delayed.
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the return
too long
you have waited
for adoring eyes
to once again
adorn you
with gifts
implicit
and
immeasurable,
and
unearned.
too long
have lips quivered rapturously
to breathe,
tales
of your splendor,
and
untested grace.
high
below both star and sun.
deep
within a boundless dream.
you wait
alone
with naught
but hunger
as your friend.
and with this bestial gaze
lowered
in prideful obeisance,
I pray to you.
Sweet Muse,
I pray for you.
secure
in this slimmest sliver
of hesitation,
I listen.
a silvery laugh
peals ethereal,
lighting this
winter's night
with mystery,
beauty,
and fear.
midnight riddles
do you
hear
the silence dancing
to
moon's delight?
good,
then it begins.
a perfect day
did
you
smell
today's promise in
the waning night
air:
crisply thin,
and growing?
did
you
see
the morning sky
wink
as storks skipped
'cross the ether
into a rising flame?
did
you
taste
the delicate pines
dripping mist and magic,
and memories?
did
you
hear
the robins, and tits and
crows all laugh
with the old chortling mamas
swimming in love?
surely you felt
that
tingling spark of
recognition
singe your soul, when the grizzled stranger
smiled
just for you.
rare indeed,
are days lacking
in such love
and wonder.
the beauty we find..the beauty we hide
Love
It
All
Nonstop
(full stop)
never enough
savage
ravishing
left unchecked,
her beauties swarm over
me.
drowning in ecstasy,
a yearning
grows,
whet by pleasure.
twilight closes-
we touch infinity,
and so we bid,
farewell.
long after midnight
beckoning from beyond
the corners and
boundaries
of the night, she
waits
with the libertine grace
of a hurricane unbound.
beneath a soft rain,
dream and
expectation
susurrate between leaf
and shadow,
weaving fearful ecstasy.
I move to her, ready
once again,
to die, or
to soar,
just like how we loved
before.
sloughing sin
histories suffocate
under the
vibrancy of these lush
tropical nights, and
I scream
for release,
only to awaken here
naked,
next to you.
Knowing knows
and you don't
know
nothing.
but,
my love,
neither do I.
so,
we learn to creep,
penitent and
proud,
thrusting subtlety here,
and there.
we learn to cleave unto memory..
memories woven by old spiders
and old women,
woven to adorn the
stooped shoulders
of kings
fallen.
Prelude
torn asunder
by the shadow of love,
pieces of yesterday
litter the way
forward,
while lost tears
find their way home
under a star's cold embrace.
and
the moon rises
again.
lolligaggin’
summer's ebullience creeps in
gentle,
yet rambunctious,
with cool sunny mornings composing sweet songs,
of lush, verdant,
and joyful things.
the humming abundance
shakes this penitent soul.
and I surrender,
but still,
I want more.
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