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The Secret River
I don’t want to be / some silly leftover romance / that started like a nuclear bomb / and ended without a whisper
my knight, my sculptor, my slayer
I beg of you with quiet whispers / do not abandon this blade, my lover
my fragile flowered heart
Like the angel-white petals / of a Jasmine turn towards / the scent of the golden rays / of her sun, I turn to you.
Surrender (part 2)
I will surrender, / and be without resistance for you.
My love is yours for the asking… / but I like to hear you ask, / I like to see you beg
With infinite slowness, / the warm and sticky sweetness / of your love enveloped my being.
The Divine and Unbearable Celestial Love Affair
She lay quietly, glistening, / the stars of her skin twinkle as his fingers pass / and he wonders what universe her mind is in / as he feels the misty moment already fading
Midnight Quest of the Lone Spirit
From my perch, sheltered amongst the / evergreen gods overlooking the cliffs, / I hear the mountain breathe.
when i hear those / sighs and / unguarded moans / i am coated, drunk, / intoxicated
she floats and smiles listlessly / with a quizzical stare
Journey of Forgotten Flesh
You left in a storm and left me alone / to nurse myself back to health / amongst the shattered earth / and slices of forgotten flesh.
I am reminded / that my life is here, whispering
Today / it rained / and washed the summer away;
sweet sounds (haiku)
children’s laughter floats / like hot breath on a cold morn / lingering softly
A Victim's Retort
I wish your words had burnt your tongue / and filled your disparaging mouth with blood, / so all that issued forth was strangled sounds / and a final breath.
everything happens for the best
the first of their band of brothers / to float dryly in their dance of death
I met him long ago / needing someone / to dream of when bored
So, I did, / and how! / And how / it broiled my lips.
Orchestrated Kiss (in A Major)
have I ever told you / when you pull / a single note / out of the air / …………..
Tear It Out - #4
It’s the only time he feels free. The wind blows his long sandy hair out of his grey eyes as he glides home.
longing, / soft as a holy lake / caught unaware / in the hidden fold / of a virgin mountain?
as i / stepped up off the bus / a welter of faces and raindrops / arose like mist
The ghost of him remains / like perfume on my pillow
you plow me under with your words
Thoughts of you are tiny imps / whispering in my ear, / endlessly / ceaselessly / tirelessly.
Art of Flesh
He paints pictures / with his mouth
Tear It Out - #3
He examines the picture. It is the composite of half of a face. The eye is the focus, large and dark. But instead of an iris, inside is the picture of a girl.
photo boxes and red leather shoes
your entire life / reduced down to small flashes / kept in a box
Kiss of the Moons Blanket
last night’s sky covered my lips / with his
It had been missing for some time / a piece of me / so slight I had overlooked it for quite a while
is it the same?
how do we know
I cast off and let myself go / swimming in the currents / of the ocean you sent me to
Don't tell me lies
But you, with your heart on your sleeve / and a child in your eyes,
fresh from a pulsing vein i / will spill myself out in small / painful drops that drain my / soul
The Redwood and the Rain Goddess
But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way?
Multiple Orgasm Wings
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when a sigh escapes / those peach flavored lips
I loved it as a girl, / it was a game / to get this feeling
Then the tears begin to fall. / One by one they hit the ground and are / collected, liquidated memories of what / was and what never came to be.
but it continues to grow colder / as we / come apart at more than mere / fingers
my brain cells freeze / my body shivers
Tear It Out - #2
They were the same brown eyes, full of the world, just heavier from experiencing more years.
she sings of dancing rainbows and sleeping butterflies
And then she begins to sing. / Songs of dreams and lullabies filled the room… stories of singing rainbows and sleeping butterflies flutter from her mouth.
I was thinking about / your description of his hands, / perfect yet flawed, / and how, in moving, / they recall a sense of / a flock of birds, / startled.
The path / to your subconcious mind / was layered in black on black
Rhythm of Love
Warm, soft, skin moves inside my thighs. / You plunge into my raging river, / And come up with a pearl.
you say goodnight
the hurt / p u l l s at me / when we get in bed / and you roll over
Of Men Behind Me
I’m pulling down my jeans, when he says, / “I’m behind you,” / and suddenly a rage comes / of men behind me:
Tear It Out - #1
There, on the floor in the looming shadow of books, sits the boy. Large brown eyes that hide a secret. If you look very closely you could see where a little boy used to be.
This passion that sweeps fire across my breast / It chokes within me / I cannot speak.
It ended as it had begun / with an agonized scream of unfulfilled need / and bitter accusations.
Believe me / when I tell you
Sometimes, before the sultry night air / caresses the sycamore trees to their / slumber, I can hear them whispering / in the muted emerald hues of ivy:
Our conversations / Were laid out / Like a linen blanket / On forest green grass
From Fantasy to Reality
“I love you,” he said / and drew lines / in the sand of his emotions
My Adonis / sculpted from / my dreams and / desires.
A Heart's Whisper
Stagnant noise extends the reality of the distance between them. His large hands clutch the phone….
I watch, / cars filled with souls / pass on the bridge, / reflecting in water below.
The Passage of Nights
I chill in the night air. / I ache to be opened by you.
that charcoal night of / dusky vines / and earth swallowing earth,
hands crumple / like paper colors / grasping
sunken cheekbones of the dark haired girl / still cling to my memory like flesh to withered ribs.
the leaves spoke softly / the fireflies gathered / the grass was moist beneath my feet
Above, the sky began to blur, / polished black glass / and diamonds. / I strain / to remember you.
as still as a heron / head slightly back / leaning in the penumbra of the sun / I crave just / a single movement
Shadow of Shame
there was nothing / in your kiss / in your smile / in your laughter / that belied / your intentions
Memory of You
But the bird of my heart will not sleep. / Still he sings… hush, bird.
The Heart - Part II
Moving forward, he strained to see the monitor. There it was. The steady pulse of a strong heart. He watched as the lips of the mother formed the words, “Thank you.”
The Heart - Part I
There it was. She watched the light dance it’s way across the monitor. Her own heart stopped, as she watched it’s perfect beat, it’s perfect rhythm.
Fear of Insipidity
You amaze me and / I want to be with you / The same way night sleeps / On deep water
I come to you in fragments of a dream / pieces & stems / & half chewed morsels of flesh
Fear of Expression
It hurts / to write the words / that make their way / slowly and painfully / from my hand to the page
On every word you say / I hang like an autumn leaf / Just waiting to fall
Barnes & Noble
The line was stifled, like a sneeze / during Sunday morning church, / muted air hushed the / intoxicating scents of / cappuccino and latte and / words begging to be poured over.
A Walk in the Clouds
a glide / through iridescent softness / cruising through delicate cirrus clouds
A Single Star
Islands float around my head, / well worn by conversations and promises.
Eyes of Copper
When those copper eyes / Of liquid bleeding hearts / Stare into my midnight face / They clutch at my soul / With tiny gold-laced fingers
A synonym for b r o k e n
Always the dreamer - / still hoping to be loved / by what’s not there… / (Naïveté in a bottle)
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