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I rise to meet you
Like the oceans swell
Aching to kiss
The moon.

Done

I suck down my pride
Like a whore sucks cock,
Swallow hard,
And rinse your taste
Away
With a smooth shot
Of grace
I bless and curse
This game we’ve played,
And done,
I collect my pay,
And wave the
White flag
Of defeat.

Nothing new

I cradle the weight
Of karmic law
Alone.
Oh... she senses,
But she cannot see.
The tale of siblings
Too intertwined
To be stripped apart by sin,
A punishment that she still lives,
That she still breathes.
And now,
Her anger and her fears
Pierce parchment,
Crisp and corroded,
With fire, forbidden desire,
And the memory of
Cotton gowns
Worn and blue,
While we held each other
Scraping enamel from
A crumbling pew.
In Akashic temples
I find our records,
Rested and restored,
I read quickly,
Significantly moved,
While she stumbles
Over a language
Unknown by most,
And spoken by few,
While I weep once again,
For knowing
This is nothing
New.

November

Memories and fantasies
Combine, collide,
And intertwine,
Until I am tangled
In teardrops
Unnamed
While untamed lions
Scratch at the threshold
Of November
Before October’s
Even had a chance
To fade.

Day 2

As each layer peels away
And every sunrise on each new day
Illuminates me
I weep with wonder
At the clarity of all I see
Awakened
Aware
And overcome
As angels lean in over me with
White winged whispers in my ear
Dripping through my soul
Saturated, shaking, singing
And soaring out of control
Too overwhelmed to know
That this is only
The beginning.

Remember

There are no words
To capture the design
Of Infinite mind.
I cannot see the image,
I can only feel
The Truth of my essence,
Affirm the presence,
And know deep in my soul
That the past
Is no indication
Of what is possible,
And what is not.

Someday

This barren wasteland
Will not shrivel into decay
For someday
The rains will come.
And someday
So will he.

A Scorpio thing

Yesterday
Unquenchable,
This thirst for desire,
For a fallen angel's fire
To swell the rivers
And heat the waters
In which I secretly dwell.
And today...
Insatiable,
This hunger for sanctity,
Kneeling in abstinence,
Dry from the fire,
And seeking a transcendence
Higher than desire.

Fingers

He is Autumn air,
Crisp and clear,
With sharpened,
Slick corners
I both desire
And fear.
And he hides
In my head,
Crouched,
Fading green,
With a Coors
In one hand,
And an expression
Serene.
I tremble
At the sight
Of his eyes
In twilight,
As Aspen musk
Lingers,
And Scorpio fingers
Interlace
With Fall’s kiss,
Again.

Cotton Blue

Tonight I will sleep,
Ensconced in
Cotton blue,
Sound and sober,
And dreaming
Of you.

The Sky and I

The thunder cracks
And I think perhaps
The sky knows
What I feel.

Drink

She is a maze
In a blue bruised haze
Tough skin
Fragile veins
Bleeding confusion
That I will drink
Like a glass of red wine
A bottle at a time
My claim to fame
Assimilating quickly
Liquid pain…
While concurrently causing
More of the same.

Soon

I yearn for Fall
For the heat to cool
And a night
When the moon
Cooperates.

Buried

Delicately I place
My submissive self
Upon a secret shelf.
Softly I lull her
Into dreamless sleep,
While bleakly I brush
The dust of desire
From my breast,
Extinguish the fire,
And store the rest
Of disregarded desires
In a redwood chest
To be buried at sea,
Minus lone key,
The only sliver
Of silent truth
Gilded and gleaming
Inside of me.

Wet Dream

I grip
The muscles
On his back,
Run red-tipped
Fingernails
Down the slant
Of his jaw line,
Lying
Beneath him
In a dew dripped
Dress, ripped
By writhing, and driving,
And seeding screams
In the soft raw
Soil of
Aftershave scented
Dreams.

Trilogy

I make love to
Summer heat,
Oppressive
As the essence
Of your presence,
While I pray for rain
To wash you away,
To cleanse the filth
From brittle skin,
Licked by sin
And the tongue
Of my trilogy,
My legs spread wide
All too willingly,
For minister,
Grandfather,
God.

Ghost

Today your ghost is loud
Clanking chains against the
Vault in my soul.

Past Life

It seems another life now,
The humid days
And torrid nights
Of her.
And still she haunts,
Hiding inside,
While I wonder
And wander
Into red hair wisps
Of the past,
Where her laughter lingers
And her tears stain
My sunken soul
On a black broken
Daily basis.
Ten years doesn’t
Do much to diminish
My love,
Nor the potency of
Swamp Ophelia’s waters,
Wrapped warmly round
Each time I drown,
In wondering, wandering,
And praying in vain
That someday
I’ll hold her again.

Fog

Gray fog kissing green
reminds me
of the man I never loved
and the land I've never seen.

Mark

Dark haired
Supposedly free
Silently tortured
Just like me
Open hands offering
What you could never
Give
And what I could never
Receive.

V

You still exist you know
Even if I don't.
And I still wear black lipstick
Even if it isn't all about you.
I don't dream of you anymore
At least not when I'm asleep
And I don't think of you anymore
At least not when I'm high
And I don't look for you anymore
At least not on Sundays.

Nothing

Pink tipped
Lavender petaled
Rose
Beaten by bruising rain
Wilts in the sun's setting glow
While she stands
In periwinkle patterned
Lace lingerie
Perfumed and waiting
For absolutely fucking
Nothing.

Canvas

You stand above me,
tugging my hair
to draw my lips
closer to your will.
And I lay
open like the sky,
awaiting its Masters
splashes of sunrise.
A canvas,
accepting and absorbing
every stroke,
gentle or not,
and seeking only
your design for me.

Yours

I am on my knees,
Under your hand,
And beneath your gaze
That pierces through
Translucent skin,
Stinging from your
Commanding touch,
Sometimes tender,
Sometimes not,
But always born of love.

I am at your feet,
Waiting to worship,
Longing to serve,
Trembling for
The caress of your voice
That whispers words
Which swell my heart,
Assuring you are pleased
But reminding daily
Of my place,

And the fact that
I am yours.

Our Black Hole

Today I want to feel you
In the places where we used to live
In the sky heavy with whispers
Where temptation and contemplation
Consumed us both
Until like a star too heavy
We fell in upon ourselves
Screaming with pain
And watching helplessly
As karmic rain
Poisoned the flowers
And flooded the world
While angels wept
God slept
And “us” dissolved
Into a Universe
Of memories and dreams
Where last time, this time,
Next time and now
Unite to fill
The places and spaces
Between our souls
And light the darkness
In an empty black hole
Where we dream and drift
And await the gift
Of again.

Carmen

Carmen’s dead.
Buried in
Redwood tree
Thickets of green,
Pacific coast memories,
Where I sleep
In Eucalyptus skin,
Surrounded by
Blue back books
With broken bindings,
Empty canvases,
Crumpled pages,
And stages too steep
To dance upon.
While in the distance
Redwoods weep
As Carmen’s corpse
(Or is that me?)
Is silently dragged,
Along with dreams,
To the bottom
Of a bottomless sea.

Muted

Lavender gray skies
Hang over rooftops
As barely budded trees
Sigh for winter
And snowflakes flitter
To aching earth
Where I sit
And wait
In pink parlor
Dreams
Dressed in emerald
Silk empress gowns
Weighing
The price of sin
And cradling
Muted snapshots
Of Errol Flynn.

Blue Blood Desire

In secret pictures
You can hide,
Pitchy cotton clinging
To broad chest and thighs.
Travel up towering titan
To jaw and smile wide,
Careless hair
Tossed by the wind
On a long midnight ride,
Where starlight reflects
In Scorpio eyes.
In clandestine jungles
You reside
Where blue blood desire
Burns karmic fires
Till ribbon wound will
Melts remnant red
Encasing the space
In wax and lace
Where intention and fate
Collide.

Pirate

We dance the pavane
In flooded dreams
Where shingles slide
Off slanted
Aquamarine
Rain streaked rooftops
Above the doorway
Through which you walked
To find
Silken robes in
Sailors knots
And now a bottle bobs
Upon the sea
Carrying an invitation
To my hazel eyed
Inspiration
Sail back to me
And I’ll show you
Victoria’s secret
As alluring as the night
Hauntingly flavored with
Hickory dickory
At the dock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
I watch the horizon
For your black monstrosity
Of a ship
And you, entrenched in
Stinging darkness
A rapier at your side
Poised to pierce
This paper thin
Scorpio soul
Dark as the depths
Of a shadowy sea
Where lilies float
Side by side
Drowned face down
Upon the ebbing tide.