Love is an invisible creature
hidden, it sees, feels, smells, touches and tastes
it holds the power
to fuse those in its path of timeless existence

**** goddess, keeper of the planets
ballerina arms, slightly bent
one at the elbow
hands flare, fingers wispy
like creeping vines
miniature head, twisted, disjointed
slight smirk on her petite face

Knees curve
reveals the soft darkness below
rich as a stemmed glass of deep red wine
thin curvaceous torso
full bosoms
she reaches out for a caress
void of love's fusion

Abstract world of brush strokes
echoes the artist's gift
black lines express her contour
muted hues of pink, yellow
divulge her sumptuous flesh

Goddess of lust, alone, yearns
for her earthly artist
to transform, fulfill her covets
together, as they drift among the planets
melt away into brilliance
a masterpiece to behold

My stress soars beyond the planets
birds' whistles hush
senses daze
ghostly notions
shroud me in heartbreak
one star catches my eye
perceives my torment
sprinkles me with warmth
to ensure a serene plateau

Rough seas assuage
subtle fog
faces concealed with cloth
awaken to a ghostly city
albeit, hesitant movement, unsteady
as prisoners' death rise
distance demands

One fervor to fly
like cooped up birds of prey
takes priority over all else
flocks of birds' salvation

Emotions unbolted
hurry to taste the rain
soak the sun
sense the buds, smog
sweat of the city

Bizarre is the normal for us
rousing, prior to lockup
as it is, eager, a fresh smell
touch, passion, like strangers anew

The dark virus upon us
killer of desires
cleaves our tender attachment
hips lock together
our breaths' steam
clouds our love vision

Shadows shroud us
blossoms wilt
as does our cores
reflections on our drift
assures our own nests
endless oceans asunder
rise of the moon
painful farewell
wet lips entwine
spoons us closer

We part with a cup
rich with water droplets
alone we dream
disturbed we slumber
conceals our agony
romantic whispers over rough seas

I amble along city streets
skin to skin shoppers, fast pace
people watchers, tots wailing
car fumes, taxis swerve, screech, sirens
turmoil of the mind
I bear my moody thoughts with me
my brown cracked leather journal
copious scribbles, sticks to my hip
I jot down slivers of life

Couples smooch
biker delivers food
pregnant woman waddles along
two toddlers ride their bikes
homeless man, face concealed
slumbers on a rickety bench

The city unveils me
my cracked journal preaches
deep in my core
I fetch myself
in a silent universe
begs me to write
upon chaos around me
where I slip in to my inner self

Ancestry, mystery of one's core
Great-Grandfather, mentor, patriarch
carver of carousel horses
adorned with colors
of an artist's palette
inspiration for generations to flourish

Across torrent waters
of a vast ocean
he begets his progeny
the artist's palette
settles into the hands of my father

He, out of many siblings
inherits the consummate gene
glued to his canvass
like a musician embraces his harp
he brushes landscapes feverishly
rolling green farmland
against a vast turquoise sky
oils of color that stretch to the earth's crust

Ancestry lines smack me in the face
I envy my father's talent
luck and patience speaks as
I unearth my own
painting and poetry
an ancestral reality
grateful for the gentle horse carver