bereft

melancholy soft and

evening is bereft of birdsongs

hands come together in
front of me capturing the 

setting sun,

azure skies fall to black

beauty is too quick a

combination of colors between

day and night, so brief

your voice among the

shadows now receding

into a forest's depth

the night is so young

and so long

so long

(my photo)

swallowed

in the lift of swelling

more than increasing

chased by lagging tongue

gliding ‘round rigid aroundness 

grasped firmly so drenched 

in spit and pull

the hummed circumference 

warming depths arriving

open-lipped attacks consuming

now the throb

one pulse a thousand most

thunderous confinements

surging upward all the

suction tug of coaxing

into one slipped the flavored body

smooth as swallowed slide

(unknown source)

particles

particles in particular

we were

sliding silhouettes

as the evening arrived

but that was yesterday

and yesterday was years ago

my hands are empty now

palms to the sky

along with a half-smile

of moments and memories

and remnants of bliss

blurry'd white

(my photo)

clouds pass by

as they always do

what cloud has ever

remained in place

forever

my warmth,

she’s a thousand suns

a greeting of truth

however finite

(my photo)