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
two doves
swingin’
under the roiling steel
now fly to shelter.
leaves
rattle
and hum,
as the wind squeezes
in close
& tight,
seeking to escape
the thunder.
i won’t feel at home
until She engulfs me
with Her chaos.
the sky is afire,
you should go home.
here,
there be devils and
angels and more,
gliding
through orgies of selfish delight.
you should go home
now,
there will be no peace
tonight.
dancing across the wind,
lighting
the way with
prophetic visions;
these
waiting eyes
burn in anticipation.
take me with you.
i want to
fly
like you do.
i want
to scorch the world
with wonder.
i want.
i want.
i want
to be free.
the sun has set
yet our bellies still burn.
for your soft fire,
my fingers still yearn
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.
the future
rampages through this
present moment
of peace.
riding on the wings
of
Hope,
Excitement,
and
Anticipation-
that unholy trinity of desire.
i close my eyes
and hear the laughter of the trees.
and i wait
patiently
for you.
little
drops
of
paradise
flood this peaceful soul:
silence.
bird chatter.
a gently snoring dog.
combining into a maelstrom
of calming delight.
life
flows with wondrous
beauty-
like
young lovers
cleaving unto
the magic of their
bliss.
waiting.
a cup
that never runneth.
even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.
something,
coming but
never here….
only the
waiting.
waiting for love to finally (re)appear.
waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.
waiting for hope to push back fear.
waiting to age, one more year.
flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,
i wait for you.
mist slides
up my bones, and
a cool morning
hangs
in the hills.
dark wings pound
at the moistened air,
to welcome a
dozing
sun.
what dreams were lost
to the twilight moon?
what lusts lingered
long after a dawn that never came?
which hopes,
lofted to the heavens,
shall fall
to the mercy of small men?
eyes closed wise,
fire rises
again.
above the rain
&
under the fire,
we scurry,
Giants
running from god.
yet,
in
between every raindrop
an angel screams
out
in uncontrolled ecstasy.
will this rain
never end?
swimming twixt verdant bosom,
laughing…..
and a million fingertips
tickle my face.
i am drowning, in
the interminable ecstasy
of spring.
may summer never come.
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