sliver ethereal,
swinging
softly
against infinity.
She returns
in mystery,
smelling sweet
of springsong
and sliding
gently
through
the corner of the eye.
what magic?
what joy?
what sins hide
under her crooked smile,
on this
night
of wonder?
a
lone
butterfly
flutters past
as
Spring’s hope
of beauty and
love
fade
&
tumble
into the drying mud.
dreams float
unrealized,
and a love
grows, untested;
life
continues without,
and
within.
distant,
but never
far away,
the stimulating caress
of her twilight song
calls
me home.
in the river
water’s purr,
and a wandering
bat’s fur,
her charms
lose me
in the depths
of my own
soul
again,
and, again
&
again.
i will never be free
hell
sent,
and heaven bent
your calm,
silent
beckoning
ROARS
above
the constant
profanity
of this
urban cacophony.
ever am
i
yours,
hopelessly
devoted and
in
thrall,
to your
borrowed luster and
alchemical tricks:
stealing fire &
gold
to drown
wonder in
silver.
i am saved
until
we meet again.
windbrushed clouds
painted
with memories
of steps never taken
blow
through her tangled hair.
old fear swallows
your dreams,
and you awaken slaked
of thirst-
alone
but free.
you want more,
but you run:
the sun
has
set, tis
a
time
for magic,
&
a time for lost souls
to fail and
despair.
sky
open and wide
just
goes
on
and on
and
on…..
bumblebees
drinking
nectar
from the faint
moon print
hanging above:
straight blissin’
on what pleasures
will you dine today?
how far do
you
choose to fly?
a storm of sun
rains
utter delight
on me,
crushing the
comforting
mournfulness
of a whispering soul.
the thaw
sets
spring creeks to giggling.
old fears
rush on by.
new joys
swirl
’round my tingling toes.
will summer follow
bringing lazy bliss,
and telltale ripples
of a stolen kiss?
the seasons of life
and love flood
the soul.
take my hand,
and let us dive
deep.
let us flow
together,
till
the end.
i burn
in the cool shadow of your pines.
inflamed with desire
i kneel
in awe
of
your grace.
and then
i go,
i walk
away.
until i need you
again.
slow
and
deliberate,
inexorable
in his
push
to
beautify
(or beatify?),
he licks away
her velvety mauve
with hot streaks
of his daily desire.
mellowed by his
fury
and passion,
she accedes.
she recedes.
with a graceful
knowing,
life proceeds.
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