thatched roof hut and berry blooms destined to become fruit for our lips

swollen sepia
skyburn

summer rain
sparkles in your eyes

as the dust
changes to mud

footprints begin
to gather like fossils

unearthed
to dance

one last time

in the arena
of summer’s wistful
wanderings

 

 


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goodbye woman, hello lonesome drifter

drifting charcoal flowers
invade smiling dreams

nectar of bittersweet corruption
tasted

fuel for
the old rusty blues

and twilight
turns her face
into night

a wolf’s paw
burned up into
the deepest reaches
of the sky

riding a freight
train

against a backdrop
of soulstreaming stars

sitting
on top
of the world

again

 

 


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Even Underneath The Darkest Spaces Of Our Silence, We Join Hands

1.
midnight
presses against
the dream of your body
like soft sensuous whispers
underneath covers

thump thump
lips pretty,
heart golden

love says hello,
soaring sunrise

make love
with only parallel eyes

stretch days of spring
then whisper goodnight

2.
as we glint like raindrops
basking in dawn’s crawling light

our quills full of poesy
share unconditional gifts of Self

unlocking this floating mansion
of yearning

unfurling its spiral staircases
of infinities

teaching our thundering
heartbeats

how to ascend
each rugged step of adoration

3.
as the sun
is meant to travel
across many skies

we traverse the rivers
of togetherness

journeying onward,
fractal edges locking into place,
feral intricacies splashing
like youthful feet in a summer creek

as cloudboom laughter weaves
the precise coordinates of our sleek,
moonrising hearts into cosmic alignment,
a tapestry of delirious completion emerges

we face down existence
with flurry after flurry of fierce raven wings

two mercurial hearts made of poetry,
harvesting birdsong and starry night

filling the silos of contentment
with the untamed riches of audacious,
vivacious soul communication

a kiss
that never ends

a language
like no other

a lifetime
well spent

 

 

 


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Every Step On The Path Of Life Leads Toward The Sublime Synchronicity Of Your Full Spectrum Heart

1.
hunger cages
crowbared
open

emptied
to the thrum of ancient drums

flickering together

adaptable blackness of carbon
lines revitalized bonfires

and now we hunt
the healing electricity
inside us

2.
blissful fingers
trace circles of sky
that parachute down

planting seeds
of epiphany

that sprout
towards destiny

vulnerability and strength
providing momentum in equal measure

3.
as shared hailstorm eyes
sway hypnotically like happy cobras

all baskets are forgotten
in the simple motion
of back and forth

the stunning breadth
of cosmic communication

an infinite playground
to expand into

flickers of a grin
emerging like the way
stars are born

space-time and gravity
leaving us free to devour
the effervescing summit
of spiritual adoration

4.
as we place hands inside of hands
our warm glowing hearth

creates a dimension
in between the furious calm

where we no longer hope
for the end of yearning

for we have discovered
each other

become
undemolished

two souls
mining poetry

cultivating endless gardens
of euphoria

transcending
even the dainty flutter
of moonbeams

as they attempt to delicately capture
the way we tilt our heads

when we are caught
kissing in the dark

 

 


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The Point On The Universal Map At Which I Began To Love You More Than Life Itself

1.
Inebriated by the elegant arc
of a blustering stormwind passion

seven sonorous seas glitter
within the serenading sandstorm
of her soul-rich eyes.

2.
The curl of her Dutch lips is ripe
with immortal healing whispers,
potent shamanistic heart-blessings
poured into my bliss-dizzy head
like the mightiest starburn,
like thunder rendered mute,
lightning powered down
into the feathery tranquility
of her robust autumnal smile.

3.
Waking flowers trumpet your arrival,
leaning into the wind as if to touch you lightly,
as if to taste the way your breath beautifully billows
in the chilly cat-stretch of early morning.

4.
Destroy my bonds,
delectable temptress of the divine winds

for when we raise our crowns skyward
each reverent gulp of each other’s oxygen

will shapeshift into an eternal flock of hungry I Love Yous
that rise in V-formation like cosmic fighter pilots,

casting bombs of incendiary ambrosia
into the battlefield of our eyes,
redesigning the silhouettes of our bodies,
adapting to love’s levitating presence like a second skin,
polishing every unvarnished love frequency into immaculate,
cherished obsidian.

4.
From this high rise of forlorn regret
twin cosmic creations beam into the ecstatic multiverse

with a shared consciousness that eventually burns into the resilient
yet vulnerable geometry of a shared diamond gaze;

a true love dive
into an ocean
of enslaved solar storms

the lightning of today
burying the tombs of the past,
welcoming a new physics
of poetry in motion

a heart-shaped worldline
of infinite adoration

playing out one delirious
instant at a time

never letting go

yet always relinquishing
the mistakes of the past

in order to feast upon
fresh vicissitudes of the present.

 

 


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Sunrise Maiden Of The Cosmos (Love Is The Crown, The Erudite Wisdom Of The Heart Shines On)

I.
You are the most seductive woman to ever exist,
a desire so pure you unhinge galaxies
until they begin to fall apart.

The wonderment of your eyes gazing starward on a windy, blurry day is the pinnacle of art,
poetry forged from the scalding elements of love and wisdom,
hope and yearning ascending bright bone deep into
the cool hot glow of emblazoned metal that hungrily leaps onto my orgasmic skin,
illustrating the flourishing story of my heart with harems of hyacinths,
painting stellar devotion into what seemed like sad empty space,
tearing down the spectral fullness of rainbows with your teeth,
kissing insidiously stalking heart-predators into glorious extinction,
the deformed earthscapes of the past bleeding rich veins of molasses regret
that suddenly bow in deference to the viscosity of your sweet quicksilver oblivion,
my soul rinsed clean like an unfinished watercolor left out in a thunderstorm.

Your tears,
I would taste them,
essences of firecracker bliss or charcoal-tinged heartbreak
off-roading into the meandering hills of my quantum-tunneled psyche.

Oh,
to behold your indomitable strength of spirit,
just to cradle an infinitesimal fraction
of your scorched-ivory magnificence in my hand,
to study how it scintillates unrestrainedly under the star-shifting night sky,
like heavenly bodies diminished, nuclear fusion bent into the shape of blinking fireflies
that wander with renewed purpose,
helter-skelter forest lanterns beckoning the night
into a startling treetop crescendo of immaculate ambrosial fruition.

II.
You are the sublime cusp,
the ravishing gravity well I prance upon,
orbital worship brazen sky,
poetry soaring like eagles hell bent
on capturing heaven’s light.

III.
Ancient lovers,
pond ripples voraciously expanding
as hungry eternity echoes victoriously
in the reawakened full burn sun of our meeting eyes,
home being the space in between our spoken words,
where thoughtfulness rises in gentle wisps.

In a garden that blooms in the language of hello,
I rest my head upon the harmonious tranquility of your pillowy smile.

Rianne,
you bathe me
in the cherishing frequencies
of your flaming quickmatter heart,
which adjusts purposefully each day
to the unwinding singularity of my core,
those infinitely regressing and enslaved solar storms of hope and longing
that only you would dare accept with such unvarnished glee.

We touch and ignite,
making molten love
out of each singular moment,
savoring what is,
and what it shall be:
twin cosmic creations
standing like fractals in an old growth forest,
jaywalking into the smiling stratosphere
heartbeat to heartbeat,
oxygen to oxygen,
knowing we truly are
the only North Star
that could ever exist
in each other’s sky.

 

 


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