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!

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.

Feeling about for sweet oblivion
where memories lie impotent
where breath strings into nothingness
unencumbered by motion

This stuffing of blood and cells
in parentheses of time, form, deeds
each after the other, in a punctuated sequence
becoming moot, coming undone

All humans, all doors,
swinging in apprehension, in anticipation
on the inside, on the outside
of what, I do not know

but losing sense of the hinge sometimes
and becoming exposed to the elements.

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...

Suffocating in a crowded vacuum
Quality of conversation none
All the right words in fancy fonts
Echoing with hollows of no substance

I would come to my own rescue
And break these shackles of din
If I could only find some oxygen
In the atmosphere they are wasting

Succumbing
to the lust in your eyes
fixed upon mine
blurring
reforming...
I see myself in its volumes
and lose myself
in you and me
guiding hands
carving contours
feathering textures
upon skin
deepening to the center
retracing the edge
blushing in every pore
unable to look away
your eyes penetrating
your mouth
a magnet for mine
I feel it building
I see it in your eyes
wave upon wave
crashing
churning the cosmos
exploding through me
I feel a sweetness
surfacing to a scream…

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.

Diffuse the phantoms
Give away the reigns
Take over left-brain
Talk sense to me
Raise the barricades
Hold me to gun-point
I do not want to think about you.

Stormy...insatiable
drenched...more
don’t stop…overflow
surge...splash
pleasure...more...

Every stitch is frail
in the weave of my brain
but the sweet words
of our careful exchange
remain warm and spongy
making pocks
in the candy of my memory of you
sugary bubbling pools of joy
from which I heal and rejuvenate
to forget another inconsequential day

Afraid to stagnate
Be written off predictably
Mellow down and sediment
Achieve a boring froth-less configuration
Dull and centrifuged

Give me the possibility to shake things up
Throw the wind to caution
Break the bonds sitting comfortably smug
And allow for frisky new molecules
To bounce in the slop that is joie de vivre!

Is there a mind to reach
a wave to phase with
a synergy to expand from
Is there a mind reaching out
to my frequency
Attuning with me
Feel the need to express
superfluously
be understood,
felt fluidly
to mark time indelibly
with words lived, loved
as the days pass, the wind blows
and I continue to search
for a mind to let inside
to read mine
to phase with, expand from…

The rooftop maroons
to a magnanimous rain
a nostalgia rises
with the petrichor
I’m back in the floret
of our amaranthine love
so beautifully arranged
against each other
no spaces in-between
adorning each other
with magnetized hands
flourishing
to the sound of the rain
your skin
a perfumed soul
your soul
upon my skin, worn
your body
a pilgrimage
from which I’ve never returned

Are you going to retract from me now
Dripping away, sticky
Shedding drops of you from me
Don’t!
I want to keep our hexagon replenished
Our walls draped in golden quilts of sweet adhesion
Glued around each other
Never to chafe the ground, again

Infused and marinating
Love is all there is
Whatever other seeming urgencies
It is the only one to return for
In all the many lifetimes
Leaving breadcrumbs
To find us back together
Whipping in its rich creamy froth
Or basting in its sweet sticky sap
It's only for love, always.

My mind cannot surface from your bare skin
This is the face of heaven
There are deeper depths, deeper breaths here
My mouth seeking yours for air
There is no beginning, there is no end
(The reality of this fantasy is unreal).

The charity of your lavish mouth
your lips of heaven ablaze
that look in your eyes
dressing me
******* me
and your redeeming touch
arranging me from led to misled
to willingly usurped

I’m spinning
bouncing off these boundaries around me
they are all around me
they won’t let me be
let me free

Going numb against conformity
making me adhere
shaping me up
holding me back
arresting me
desisting me
shrinking me down
restraining me
choking my expression
my energy, my verve for life
sapping my need
to feel, to flow, to fly

I’m thrown against these walls,
platitudes of rectitude
I beat myself black and blue
I recede, cave-in
emerge and try again
I’m tired, I’m beat
but I’m not giving up today
No!

As the sky gets darker, I see you sharper
Sharper as the night drifts
With my hands all over your shape
Tracing you into focus
Blurring you into a haze
Over and over
In the mist of my daze
Savoring your sweetness
The kind that makes you thirsty all over again…

Vicariously, in reverse, she left me
With a faint aroma
Of what was her once
With a bleak silhouette
Of what was her once
With words unsaid, lingering
On the horizon of her smiling eyes…

Not until the end did I realize
How good it felt simmering in her vibes
How elevating it was evolving from her mind
Not until the end did I become aware
Of the depth she percolated
And left me reeling, surging
With a burst of inspiration...

I hope you love as strongly as you hate

So when I feel your hate coursing through me
I breathe it in deep and suffuse my being
With all its intensity
Madly, ravishingly, destructively

…as a way to feel all the love with you
I cannot have.