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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.