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)

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)

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

where silence resides

gold on green and shadows beneath

where silence resides, unfazed by time

stilled and hushed, unmoved by much;

a passing breeze and sunlight’s touch

the ebb and flow, with tender care

as life climbs up and down the stairs

with peace in hand, this hour demands

a slower pace, meditation and grace;

to love and love, to give the giving of

blooming outward and opening up

the ebb and flow, the inner truce

where silence resides in solitude

(my photo)

in the first sun

so there you are once again

expected and nothing new

as an onlooker, observing

from the outside looking in

here I am, tepid, me and my 

mercurial temperament

rinsed of midnight’s anguish

and the bloodshed of the fight

not foolish enough to think

that you’ve come around for me

I have come here before you

for your touch, absolution 

giver, great giver; I’m a burden to

this land with what I’ve become

disobedient; I must go now and

ready once more for the night

(my photo)

hatchling

at first blush, bleak 

in weakness and disrepair

tied up in defense mechanisms

created to keep me 

in self-preservation 

I break out anyway

a hatchling wide-eyed

a hatchling squealing

born into a new day;

free as light

and just as unknowing

of my final destination 

(my photo)

haze

haze, into cupped hands without sizzle shift or turn

confusing conflicting contrasting colors in delirious delicious melt

yellow, infectious…  the imploding suction of love’s happiness

green, hemorrhaging… a Spring leaking out of every pore 

red, the gauze… need-soaked tight around this itinerant heart

purple, blue… popping like refrigerated berries squeezed to a sweet snap

black… a rose in midnight’s eternal bliss

white… this mirage floating, this forgotten garden 

closer to far away than unreachable

heavy, in the thinning air, this haze

(my photo)

worth it

in your fogged mouth

the lemon hides

as an appetite stirs to

cause a fray

hunger resides

in a lonely distance while

calling out from this

blind silence

newness abounds

in morning’s softness

as lovers sleep and

lovers awaken

we’re carried forth

by hopes and promises

of something unseen but

well worth creating

(my photo)

the man in the woods

I met the man in the woods

he was releasing seeds

with the devil in his eyes and

silent vacancy in his mouth

against the trunk of a tree while

shadows came encroaching

like sunshine into water

how they crept upon him bare

first a drop, then another as

the leaves below him crackled

and with deeper breaths he

bellowed like a god in rage

as the sun began to die in its

calm smooth descent, so the

woods devoured him whole and

the seeds dissolved in the night

(my photo)

the source

I've met you again 

but this time you are

precious and real 

like discovering the

source of a shine 

that which emits light

upon all others 

radiance and plush, sun

through the cotton meadow 

glaze and luminosity 

and if you are this pure

this magnificent and

this sustaining 

let me simply be 

with you, eternally 

and I will call that

enough

(my photo)

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)

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)

lingering effects

some of the storm still lingers,
it always does

I'm not right yet
and neither are you
  but we survived

a little destruction brings
reassessment, rebuilding

testing the strength of our
bond cannot be done
only in perfect weather

  look
  look how strong and
  beautiful it is here
  now that the storm
  has settled

it always settles
it always does

though some of the storm
still lingers

(my photo)

between (my photos)

I want to be

between your cycles

of ups and downs,

somewhere neutral

with arms outspread

grasping tightly 

helping you to

keep it all together

I want to be

between the distance

from here to there,

somewhere irrelevant

to the outside world

our secrecy, our garden

behind our walls of

evergreens and pretty violets

I want to be

between your legs

with lust and love,

somewhere everywhere

from outside to within

as dashes and dots

and bold exclamation points

extract your pronunciations

I want to be

between your heart and head

providing certainty,

joining logic and emotion

in a stronger bond

and allowing clarity

through the thickened clog

of swelling indecisiveness

sun/rise (my photos)

one 

  tomorrow 

    remains

I'm waiting for the sunrise

  naked and anxious

    I shake

sounds of rising

  stirs in the distance

    an uncomfortable arousal

whispers of the day

  winds that tease the skin

    and blood flow

stimulation slows time

  the grinding halt of touch

    a/sexual encounter

      and here

        comes

          the sun

fit to fire (my photos)

faultless body in the 

chamber

lubricated ripe 

and ready

love me the way of 

being cocked back 

and fit to fire off

small target of this

heart 

off in the distance

you are 

live ammo

aim for me

I am wide open

for you

head back

eyes

trembling in rapture

in the lab (my photos)

its a long way from fingertip

to fingertip and back again,

storms of interference pollute

the proper circulation

obstruction at the synapse

no transmittal no connection

somatic numbness or decline

bulk withholding and betrayal

this is presymptomatic, actions

indicative of complications

fight the urge of amputations

to extremities and entanglements

its a long way from fingertip

to fingertip and back again,

this anatomy is atrocious and

becoming more of a nuisance 

barely nude (my photos)

mode

mood

but barely nude

prudish

perhaps

but poorly proficient

attitudes

latitudes

corruption to the core

cautiously

flauntingly

lazily in subtle ways

aye

I and

the inquisitive eye

full focus,

the camera at

self-close exposure

detailed

revealed and

decadent in bliss

realized

fantasized but

undermined resistantly

between stars and self (my photos)

the world wrestles with

wires and connections

their hands have hands

wanting more and more

I seek isolation between

stars and self

and let whatever shall

enter me

enter me