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My dearest One,

I write these words because I must, because I hope for the kindness of your favorable reply.

Because I am torn between my intense desire to see you, talk to you, share with you and the terrible dread that the only way I should ever be able to properly say hello is to make love to you;

Because I could run to you with child-like, wide-eyed wonder only to have you punish me with apathy;

Because to simply imagine the sheer brilliance of your presence causes me to stammer nervously;

Because the mere touch of you could strike a lightning bolt of current through me that I should be riven from the deep, dark well of all prior existence.

You have no idea how terrified I am of you. I am more scared of you than I am of a toothache, or heartache, or bankruptcy, or rats.

Because you have so many differing sides and shapes to you:

Lover. Fighter. Poet. Crow. Hawk. Bear. Wolf.

How can I possibly change my own shape to follow yours?

And yet, if you were to turn into a dragon I believe I would come to love scales and claws and become desirous of kisses that singe.

Be merciful as I become acquainted with your mercurial transformations and take pity on me should I get burned.

As it is with courage that I abandon myself in trust to your chivalric nature for I am a blind fool stumbling through a labyrinth. Take my hand. Show me the way to your heart.

Patiently yours,

[illegible]




(c) 2012

Poem for Saturday

Dreamy cerulean mists
Awash in moonlight
Between the veils
Between the sheets
Cock pierces the milky dawn
A secret group of two
Building foundations upon chaos
Ripped from syntax of parallax
Voracious visions of me
Consuming you
With mandala eyes
Concealing …
… Revealing …
Healing …
Tying you up
Letting you down
Kinky kismet daring
To sip and sup
These rosy hips
Unsanctimonious vessel
Sacred waters
Left hand of intuition
Take away pain of suffering
Concupiscence and lechery
Taken aback by your affrontary
Sweet mystery
Dark desire
Carbon dating
Ordinary time

An ember glows ‘neath layers of ash
Whispering, “Never is a very long time….”

Saturday, 14 January 2012

(c) 2012

" The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. " ~ Joseph Campbell

La petite mort

je peux toujours me souvenir...

Too Sweet

Late summer blossoms float
Upon the surface of your pomegranate wine
And pour out like words
Onto the lips of another autumn
The taste of that dark fruit lingers
Yet not to pass again
In just this same slant of light
Of an Artemis Huntress Moon
Should under the crushing weight
Of broken barking boughs
These golden apples fall
Silent as an offering
Within this soft, sable night
Carrying the too sweet scent
Of yesterday’s transcendent dream
Passion suppression detrimental
Restoration of faith required
Shape shifting serpent arise the eagle
Brought low in order to be exalted
Emptied in order to be filled
With the radiant sun of spiritual love
Prana rises in the spinal core
She is the secret church
Containing hidden truths
Listen to that small voice
That speaks through the veil
“The only way out of this labyrinth of darkness
is by the inner light of self-illumination.”


(c) 2011

(Un)chosen

The Pisces Moon skitters across
A black slickery sky
Dousing my hallucinatory dreams
In wet, hot perfumed ambergris

Confront this inner darkness
And liberate the mask of ego
Allow the disparate forces
To come together
In the natural harmony
Of an equinox balance
Toward that Libra Sun

Releasing my heavenward arrows of aspiration

For if I am to focus the mind
I must face my fears

Fear of failure

Fear of isolation

While an alabaster heart
Pours out emotional desires that
Only frustrate the dance of two lovers
At their alchemical wedding

So look carefully at choices
As we don our intuitive wings
Thrusting the Ace of Swords
Into the air of analytical mind
Remember where it falls

This blinding truth eclipses all other lies
When one path is chosen
Another dies.


© 2011

The promise of April has melted
Simmering in the exquisite empty
Of an August forlorn in despair.
Effusive emotions erupting
Slow rolling magma of desire
Scorching fertile ground
Under a blaze of quiet recoil
Where seeds of passion restrained
Linger in recondite stance
Awaiting the recrudescent dawn
Of an eternal spring.

(c) 2011

The Unspoken Word

The unspoken word
between you and me
leaves a veil of mystery
a dark territory
yet unexplored.

Awareness strings
a golden thread
across a vast and silent void
Knowing (and unknowing if)
a heart beats at the other end.

(c) 2011

Exposed

That door you flung wide open
Releasing a flock of scared birds
Roosting in my heart
Fluttering in a million wingbeats
Before disappearing into the light of a new dawn.

The veils you casually stripped away
Exposing the masks of my own undoing
I now stand before you
Revealed in your presence.

The door is opened
The veils are dropped
The hermetic seals are broken
All that remains is an empty vessel
Filled with a holy light.

(c) 2011

a Tribute ~

Poetic verses he could pen
Lacking rancor and repentance
And found within these eager ears
A ripe and ready acceptance

His poems he gave for nothing
Like some Promethean fire
Seductively enticing
An uncontrollable desire

Erotic heady phrases
Consumed imagination
Probing words that left me
Open for interpretation

With dexterous prolificity
Wove a web of total trust
Tempting proscribed promiscuity
Stoking wild and primal lust

This Don Juan Casanova versifier
A Pirate by self-definition
Spun cautionary tales of beguile
Spurning my own admonition

Implicit wicked parlance
Made it feel so good to be bad
For a dreamy illusory fantasy
It was the best sex I never had.

© 2011

Honeyed words drip over me
Arousing slumbered ecstacy
'Til every last drop is squeazed
From your honey-combed chamber heart
Sticky sweet on salty skin, what alchemy
Come! Taste your wild elixir.

(c) 2011

You Belong to Poetry

When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.

~Nizar Kabbani

Waves on Sand

Waves of euphoric desire
Crash upon sandstone cliffs of doubt
Eroding and crumbling resistance.
Caught in a whirlpool of emotion
Swirling miasmic samsara
‘Till it finds you
and grinds you
and refines you
as silica polishes glass.

The sandpiper peep-peeps
Running in circles
Fleeing the wave
That brings her next meal
While the gull drinks in deep
Of both sea and salt-air
While just beyond a sand dune
A turtle buries her eggs
Like secret seeds
Of future dreams
Her lonely life just begs.

And we make love
In the sand
On waves of tumult and calm
Caressingly lap at wet bodies
Foamy aphros bubbles up
Euphorically lifted
On pounding surf
Riding each
As it rises and swells
Undulating sensation
Carried up as yet unfamiliar streams
Back to the Source
Sated. Yet, hungering more.

(c) 2011

Take This...

I have no want for meal tickets
When your one word is my daily bread
My only nourishment
This Blessed Sacrament
A daily requirement
Of bodily entanglement

Take this cup…
(and this) to wet your lips

Take this bread…
let it feed my soul.

(c) 2011

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Stronger Than Feeling

Stronger than passion, stronger than pride
No science predicted the astronomical tide
The flood of emotion as deep as the sea
Your love, like the ocean, washed over me.

The world now seems smaller and yet ever turning
Will time and distance only quell the yearning?
Where arms and lips have yet to find
Spirits have lingered, intertwined.

Whispers in the dark awake sleeping memory,
Arousing ancient dreams and timeless reverie
If passion burned eternal and love was truly healing,
Could we still say we’re stronger than our feeling?

Oceans of time cannot keep us apart
You’re closer to me than the beat of my heart
For as the sky has no vow with the sea
Still they are for all eternity.

© 2002

Two Truths

Two truths
in which do I believe

the one
my heart
tells me

or

the one
my eyes see?

I have made a sacred pilgrimage
around your barren shores
and I have opened many doors
and still no soul call echoes back

In a dark and musty basement
long forgotton bottles of a vintage rara
are gathering dust
where a hopeless moth
beats her wings
against the solitary shaft
of a beam of light
scattering her golden wing dust below
in a slow dance of self immolation

The poison cannot be sucked from this wound
my jaw is slack
and words fall
like rain
upon the incoherent compost
of surrender and passion

I throw myself into my work
just to work it out of my system
and though my pinions have been hidden from me for a time
This avis rara can no longer beat these wet wings
against the bars of your cagey indifference

Two truths
in which do I believe

the one
my heart
tells me

or

the one
my eyes see?

(c) 2011

Awake

You woke up
A part of me
That I had put
neatly to bed...

All milk and cookies
fuzzy feet pjs
brush your teeth
say your prayers
one last drink of water
downy pillow feather bed
patchwork quilt
of a bed time story

put

to

bed

Only to wake
Up to you
finding me
in that dream state
all bleary eyed
messy bed head

And I can't believe
It's already morning

But the cock is crowing
the dawn has broken and
I am awake
once more.

(c) 2011

Merge

~ written when the Sun was conjunct Neptune

I want to reside inside you
To be the ease in your heart
The laugh in your belly
The ache in your balls
That puts you inside me
Taking me over
and again
Through the ebb and peak
of desire
To kindle the fire
in your spine and mine
Chakras align, arms entwine
I sit straight up in front of you
You go straight through me.

© 16 February 2011