Thoughtless sweetness
blots through
I breathe a world
I swallow it whole
there is no beginning
the end I cannot see
and the rain won’t ever stop…
a soundless rhythm
...a thirsty green

This continuum of cosmic enormity
scares the flimsy streak of life inside me
What is this ruse of light and shadows?
sometimes being eclipsed by my own

I feel suspended in an excited state
witnessing a multiple strip-tease
the more I know the more there is to know
What is the secret I’m being kept from?

I feel I’m being made to run aimlessly
In the marrows forced against my skin
and pressed against a giant sheath of contraception
lest I conceive of the grand hidden agenda!

Beneath the blight of mundane expectations
and insidiously predictable boredom
you give reason to my rationale
I know nothing about the Dream
the Dreamer and his projections
but I do believe that light is indifferent
to the object it shines on.

Bare before me
in diffused light
the naked secret
of a sheared bark
unfolding delicately
perfectly born
freshly untouched
alive
simmering
in a pure state of passion
and lying in quiet entreaty
for a reckless mind
with a thoughtful touch
to pleasure
beyond the epithelium...

The savannahs of your ***
led me on
like a grazing gazelle
to nibble on your satin appeal
the stretch upon which
I built my house,
sailed my river
milked my cows
and wallowed in the cream
of succulent life
sipping on its rich density
my hands digging deep
into pots of butter
brimming with your sensuality
so full, laden...in galore.

I’m grateful to the fireflies of light
cast by the stars
bringing darkness into existence
bringing contrast into focus
so I can tell the difference
and know
that I’m mostly ensnared by light
illuminating my true nature
...the ultimate refuge
of a wayward vagabond

Everything there is
is incarceration of our minds
mighty gallows of subject
definition, category, division
lines, groups, states, religion
statutes, reasons, enclosures
an abbreviation — GOD.

All pressed, condensed
tucked inside
pushed behind, down under
in a creation encapsulated
in a sheath of time
in a container of space
in a syllable of silence

Myriads divided
by multiples, multiplied
by multitudes, simultaneously
all while I'm being
comfortably ensconced
somewhere in the warmth
of a single point.