unfinished lines

no,

we’re not

but we could

and then

only if

maybe it’d be

what about

of course, 

that

yes,

I do

do you

it matters

then let’s

before we

and then it

that would

I know,

yes

I know,

I

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her mouth

like white light through a prism

I enter her, a single source

only then, within her

do I separate into colors

…

of gentle force, of sucking tide

commingling of flow and pulse

of gripping seal, lubricated bond

of curse-delight and unimaginables

…

where voice is home, endearing

cavernous and carnivorous

circulation of heated truths and

moisture of wants, of obsessions

...

devourer, the snuggled fit

ripe with love's deliciousness

forevermore, the tingent verve

my final destination and rebirth

fragile things (2)

the fluttering of a leaf

the sound of sun declining

the tree 

in its coarse skin

my body, giving

the little creatures

a rustling, a scampering

the beast that I am,

trespasser 

a breath of

lushness and decay

the uninhibited song

the tickling intimacy 

the root like

a vein through rich soil

the night 

and fragile things

(my photo)

on edge

the other voice in your ear

little seductions, suggestions

like strobe light persistence 

of flash

then blindness

like a boxer’s jab

over and over again

wearing me down

like cold water dripping

the torture of repetition

slow, into madness

closer to the edge

not falling, but closer

where fear and pain frolic

where I find myself

little by little

more without you

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fragile things (1)

brown rice on the side / a dish shatters on the floor behind me / you recognize passing languages and accents / bottled water / the draping of your hair / cobwebs high on hanging ornaments / slower chewing / your seductive hands / that one shiny distraction / glances and conversation / no dessert / I tease about percentages / holding hands is home for a moment / we have an alibi for guilt, it’s called love / there’s no going backward anymore / tell me this / I want to hear it from you / the night / and fragile things

deluded

the day is a dream

and the hand in hand

is an apparition

faith in words is a

state of delusion

and I am deluded

love on the tongue

that loves another

repeats the motion

the dream ends as

the dream began

from nothing 

to nothing

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reduction

in glorious cosmetic numbness

under flaunted dyes obscenely 

spackled below mirrorball’d nights

how the sham-glam deteriorates

into early morning puddles of

costly hoax and lost ways

surrender now to dismay and grief

the delayed fog that settles in

unaccompanied and uninvited

this pharmaceutical-grade inclusion

often received chilled at last call

before the lights come on

and when they do

the world shrinks

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morning kiss

temptress in morning light 

soft elegance in sigh approach

music in delicate arrival

first touch, euphoria

rhythm upon superlatives

swelling deeper this intensity

called hush in blooming silence

when at once, that kiss

(my photo)

awakening to thunder and absence, still reveling in the flow of you

whispers in the ear that stirred such raw laughter and memories of kissing your chin, your elbow, your inner thigh

we received each other in waves of entrance, entranced by lubricated mores and yeses

  an empty bed now

eggs for breakfast after first tastes of red curry at last night’s dinner when you thought you were too hard to handle

but silliness at your worst, adorable and genuine, and I handled you, didn’t I

at dinner, and afterward

red

and then

           red appears

gelled, drippings of lust

like blood under fingernails 

  those claws that rake

  desires down my back

red, deep

            like some throaty 

release, passion-borne, groin 

into chest onto spasmodic tongue.

lively, feisty and daring

red, pleasureful

    susceptibility and allowance

dire in the thrumming. the offer

bent over, gliding, grinding. soft

in desirous mid-moment smiles

red

     a curse-laced chant

unbeknownst to your subdued 

bulk of life. the unaccustomed

unaligned

  oh god

  oh ffffffuuuccckkk

then desolate, 

red

    a heart left behind when

time runs out. a heart

without body. incorporia

red

    the strength of holding on

one more time, one more day.

gripping. white-knuckled. raw

and wrought;

                        

                red, our

red

melding

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apparition

I saw a white butterfly in the woods last night

against the backdrop of monotonous routines and familiar landscapes, one rare occurrence can make the most beautiful difference. angelic, it’s gift

this world has vile intentions. fang’d mouths open wide. resin polluting the once pure architecture. disturbances rupturing dreams and desires

I’m housed in precious moments. simplicities. the glimpse of a peculiar oddity. the fluttering hint of nature’s surrealism. the jovial smile of compassion’s spirit

my true reality is a wish at best. a brief pleasure that comes and goes, comes and goes

I’ve harnessed my thoughts to the white butterfly. I know not where it flies to next. I watch it dance, and then

like most things do, 

it disappears

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of thin air

the air I breathe is choking me

the walls are closing in

crushing me

but there are no visible walls

what makes this sun so special

what godship have we 

bestowed upon it

( what delusional beings we are )

and what of love and hate

admiration and jealousy

these things pulled out of 

thin air

  amusingly so.

the tapestry is

still being created

with craft and care

until the old hands tire out

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black ice

cruising along in our convertible gaiety, robust with certainty and harmonious intentions. you throw your hands up into the wind. my hat flies off. you laugh. I laugh. we laugh, like smug meets comedy meets the revved up engine of our getaway car. and away we go, barreling down the open highway as the moon is an eel’s eye slithering in the darkness. forever ahead of us. a coaxing guide into the labyrinth of folly. lunatics in grandeur, free-bathing in self-directed limelight and our own little world of appreciated chaos.

between your legs, my attendance, my obsession. between mine, your admiration, your arousal. deprived of no generalities and no particulars, we ease into the landscape enticed by the bite of union and harmony. we hold each other accountable. we hold each other in trust. whether bound to each other like tires to the hot summer pavement, or barely hanging on like tires spinning on black ice. our direction is forward, toward and into. despite chaos. despite order. we are willing participants of this greater gravity. you. me. us.

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6:9

tempests billowing

under eager skin 

of yours : of mine

pheromones in abundance

           in mystical dancing

              from head to toe

                and back again

breathe me in

                      from here

         as I breathe you in

from there

and tongues engage

a repertoire of nuances

precisions and explorations

flood me, sweet one...
desperate and generous,

and I too shall open up

with swirls and whirls uniting

we thrust the chorus of our duet

asunder

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certainly certain

in deepest doubts of

now and how,

you’re a liquid dream

so mesmerizing 

vibrant thrashing in 

thens and theres,

shimmering opulence in

whens and wheres

however- my Beauty,

my illumined perfection-

the chaos of imagery

puzzles new directions

regardless- I’m yours

so certainly certain

that damning the doubts

will undoubtedly be worth it

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sign of fire

sign of fire, encroaching

subtle

then invasive

everything vulnerable

one touch of flame

warms silver and white

burning red and black

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Decision (hers in italics)

    

 Decision

I asked you then if you'd take a chance and make me yours you answered without hesitation, enthusiasm palpable through your message I smiled ear to ear, heart dipped delight

Here we are, caught in euphoria, immersed in our written fantasies you stroke me deep in cotton rose sky and my heart sees clearer each time I'm with you how your beauty shines each day, mesmerizing me with human perfection

With you, I want the simple things of life to grow in ways I never knew I wanted I'm pulled to your path, ready for the chance you are my compass my world, my peace

It’s your turn to ask the same question if I'll take the plunge, waiting ever so patiently, and I can answer with certainty I am here here with you

.....

will you take the plunge with me? we’ve been swimming on the surface of each other, or just underneath, for way too long now. excruciating stamina within the changing waters. holding each other up. saving each other time and time again

patience has persisted. patience has endured. there are no fears, no doubts, no worries. this is the way it was meant to be, drowning euphorically together. the endless undertow into love's deepest embrace

beyond this, whatever is next, is something we will experience together. let it be unknown, we will go there without trepidation. there cannot be any less of us. there can only be more... as One. no unraveling. no disunity. no disintegration

analyze the charts, set the compass, plot the course. but it’s useless. we will go anywhere and everywhere. there are no limits, and time is ours to toy with

now, we live the fantasies we take the plunge we drown euphorically together

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striations

striations of a day

fragments that make up 

the thin lines that coalesce 

into something we call 

complete

the many moods

the truths revealed

the attention span that 

comes and goes until 

called upon to finally 

stay

just love me, she says

like she’s a single star in the sky

feeling lost among the trillions

when she’s the only one I see

charming wolf

there’s a howling in the distance,

long vowels 

stretching through the night

why hide, little sweet thing,

when the howling howls for you

breathe

and it fulfills you

heart ripening

engorged and thrillful

lips throbbing with

wet decisiveness.

in the wild night 

hides a charming beast

pretty in form and manners

until you are close enough,

until your arousing scent

inflames a snarl 

then, my little sweet thing,

your sweetness shall be

devoured

in huffs and grunts

uncommon to most;

the last of your remembering

… heat

… gasps

… exhilaration 

… surrender

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breath on the window

such a small space

inside oneself, plenty of

room here to go completely 

mad

retreat, swell and dwell in

lacunal hibernations

bathing in the blood pools,

luxurious oases

stumbling stag over to the

window’s dilated center, they 

seem so far away, these 

bustling outsiders

test of breath on the window to

shroud their view should they

look inside, dare they, to look 

straight into my eyes

shutter-snap, a blink a blink

to lubricate the surface and

remove the irritants, cleanse

and refocus

plenty of room here to go 

around and around and 

around and around, 

metamorphosis lost in 

bridled frustration 

wipe the window

of breath

and I and I,

we

see clearly now

visible, sometimes

here, somehow

or once again

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