flickering
tendrils of hope
tickled
this
old soul with
phantoms of
pleasure.


reminiscences
of a joy
once flaunted,
now a
haunting reaffirmation
of need
unmasked
by your
brief
insurgence.

thank you,
you delightful
colorful,
wonderful
whisper of
the possible,

now,
begone!

jokes,
a laugh,
a phone call.
(yeah… that phone call.)

even a giggle or two;
these
could have lead
to a wiggle
or two,
with you.

did I imagine
a brush with kismet?

dreaming of
rosebud lips

of meeting
to
kiss?

Yes,
you did.

words drop
from my fingers
into your skull…

from my soul to
your belly.

and you hunger
for more than I can give,
but,
i give more
than you need.

do
u
want me?

do you want the key
to my
chest of word
play?

then love.

and love
me,
freely.

hedonistically.

sacredly.

and
I will
give you
more.

so,
please…
love me.

Warming
Loving rays
send the rats scurrying
to subterranean maze.

Nature provides,
man hides
and
corrupts to
terrorize and
control.

 

bending Her will,
not from ignorance but,
from fear.
a most terrible
and genius fear.

 

our fates
sealed,
unless…
unless we remember
how to Love.

and suddenly,
one wonders
how
a smile
has not always been
there…

 
I mean – here.

 
right
here,
deep in the heart of
me.

 
Thank you Universe.
now,
come dance.
come dance with
me.

below,
between blades of grass
and goose shit
are the dreams of yesteryear.

behind,
in the east,
Destiny’s scourge awaits,
illuminating time mispent.

the sins of inaction
and fear
sully all glory achieved.

and I sink.

to rise again?

Autumn’s soft moonbeams
tickle my eyes and
splash
across black skin.

 

 

 

beauteous, righteous
Horus-
without one houri.

 

 

 

planets and stars vie, but
my Moon swings
softly through the night sky
with a Queen’s grace,
seeking
me.