release

yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,


with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain's
wild heartrending roar.


and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.


twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.





a strike breaks.





wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:

love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.



are you ready?

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.

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.










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.