now and then

now and then she
patterns me like
butterfly pollen,
her hummingbird flowers
my bumblebee lips.

swift soft kiss
ripples my wave
current like the sea,
her tides high as moon
light upon surfaced undulation.

eyes open close
to inner space
intimate with breath,
her glacial skies
flight me into her atmosphere.

now and then she
caresses me like breeze
in the grass sunlit,
her hands sculpt my
sensual pleasured body.

her ritual

magnolia with the glacial eyes
waxing the moon, she kisses
the fruit, sunlit and ripe,
laughing at the day and
drawing the night.

shouting jasmine, floating
in her glacial eyes deep
with oceans, she receives
the branch of day and
builds a nest for night to rest.

if only i could crawl
further into her softness,
fold myself into her ritual
of sensation underwater-like,
perhaps i freed the wind.

Name: Trillium

To think, that not one but two
Reminders of divinity appeared
Into my life simultaneously
Like carbon copies of my soul
Living the way that
I had only wished the
Universe would allow, but he is
Me as I could only dream.

Name: Silas

So many times I have wondered
If my soul could be partitioned
Like myself manifested
As a more perfected being
Suddenly younger and more free.

dumb-ocracy

Where be this country they sell me is free? Tell me free, but can’t afford the cheap shit shipment meant for happy happy democracy me. Bigmart China, super bank trade firm and law office of corporate church congress make progress to free-market free-form free for all. Zombify brainwaves through Foxy airwaves and select your vote for lesser of two evils: still chooses evil. Hooray for democracy   !dem-all-crazy!  For democracy…other people kill and revolution to get the freemocracy but we buy that free$dumb shit …export free-dumb-ocracy to oil drenched enemy countries with whizzbangbomb Uncle Scam build with his own two hand tax labor. We no health cared schools can get or housing can afford but find great deals on pretty deadly things to terrorism your freedom…fuck you up and free your body from soul, like bullet holes: painkiller pills and needle bottles house your foreclosed war on poverty. meanwhile in Irafghakistan oil and blood flow into land of the free, sweet land of liberty…we do humble deed of demo(lish)cratizing ancient cultures so they like we can be…(sike!)…not really. We poor ignorant confused and shopping on the street can be, they poor ignorant confused and casualtied of war on the street can be. Democracy can be fun if only immigrant black muslim envirosocialist fag women sinners didn’t fuck it up for poor old Whitey who struggles under the crushing weight of his wealth and moral convictions.

deep sea sleep

sleep is a dim wave
where i follow you
into your deep sea,
an echo of a feverish
frolic where we remain
moored to each other.

sleeping in your bed
is sailing a dark sea
illuminated by mutual delight,
a place where we meet
in an unspoken dream
and greet the dawn.

sleep is a painting where i
find your name and your
flaming peach tree,
an art of sinking and floating
upon the canvas of your skin
and the sculpture of your embrace.

laughing bell

chiming bell, ringing,
sounding the sea's laughter,
you drift to shore
on fire and glowing,
moonlit.

you come to me with the tide
and i roll out in your surf,
lost in your touch,
tied to your kiss.

always this hunger, this thirst,
appetite for your wine's flesh.
blissful lips fresh with a smile
point to her eye-colored skies.

i love the way your waves
crash, ecstatic next to me
when the sea swells
and the only thing left
is our salted skin, oceanic,
and those bells chiming laughter.

before we danced

but what of her,
the magnolia
with glacial eyes?

she is a storm
laughing with passion,
flying into the sun.

she is lunar
yet solar in spirit,
burning down the sky.

my body asks for her
like water to parched lips,
she smiles and i melt.

i yearn for her knowledge,
her cherry lips,
those glacial eyes!

a heart

because of the orange rising moon
i wanted to become a heart.
a heart.

when love blossomed fragrant
i wanted to become a heart.
a heart.

every time i taste her peaches
i turn into a heart.
a heart.

mathematics of beauty

geometry of a smile
framework of joy
shape of happiness
lips triangulate eyes
my heart turns round

the art of beauty

light makes sculpture
framed by a nest,
delightful strands delicate spill
into flow river, stream upon cheek:
shape the lip's rose.
a kiss inside her waits
as full moon twinned
eclipses the sea,
her eyes full of waves.

seeing her upon waking

sun's pale glow childish
splashes softly shored skin

deep sea eyes wonder
within wells silent aglow

moon shine faces softness
smooth cheeked for a kiss

liquid languid lips tender
dream oblivion floating cloud-like

featherless hair winged wind
falls wholly earthen body

dream-like

to talk to the nightingale,
wish upon a hummingbird.
to fly with dolphins,
dream upon a daisy.
to die with her honey,
sleep upon her breast.

when she is away

pale light by the river, ice on fire,
speak your sparks of perfume and night.

your shadow, round behind the moon,
waxing, full of desire, hidden like treasure.

heart alive and lacking...your touch?--what scents!
flower me with your blood, rest within me.