gentled and hungry and hopeful
eyes reach
up
to touch
the cold
dark wonder of the night.
a soul
unfettered, lifts
up on the wisps of
a falling star.
and now
a miracle erupts
like a smile unexpected,
and
we begin,
you and I,
to play once again,
warmed
by our starfire.
Category: Tonantzin
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
yearning
silence
lifts soberly through this long dark night.
the quiet within
crescendos with loss.
yet,
in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:
a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.
Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.
shelter
a flame
fumbles for purchase
amidst this wild tumultuous
rush of desire,
yet calms
these quivering lips,
so damp with expectation.
what
danger leads you back into these arms?
what
pleasures shall we feast upon?
how
long till fear sends you running hence,
like it did before?
I care not for answers,
nor for fire
nor rain.
I need not know from whence,
or why you came.
I need only to know
the freedom found
in giving once again.
So give it here...
and then let's do it again.
let's give it like we used to,
slipping through time without end.
untitled
silence overwhelming
muffles ears, and
heart,
and my soul too.
a tempest awaits over
yonder,
just
behind this thick and seductive calm,
upon which
I rest a weary head-
upon which,
I lose all fear
and dread.
and with that first CRACK
of release,
a rumbling of unfathomable possibility follows,
and I am reborn and
free,
and again at peace.
something stirs
within,
amidst eagle cry
and
wolf's diamond eye.
I yearn
again,
for the absence
of you.
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?
All I’s On Me: the return
this love I bear thee
must bust
beyond mere words
and polished obeisances to
Mother moon
&
Papa xango.
this love,
lost so deep in
its non-sense void
it touches everything
but me,
beckons still...
So.
I touch beauty,
and
breath beauty,
and
fuck beauty.
for how else will you know what surrounds us all?
kingdom come
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.
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.