Desire burns through night’s deep shade.  
Tongues of heat lay silence bare.  
Each breath a prayer, untamed fire.  
In ecstasy, agony feels divine.  
Flesh whispers what words cannot.  
I am undone; I am reborn.  
Shivers stitch my body’s hymn.  
A wild hymn echoes creation’s core.

Guide me gently, as wine pours.  
Where you rest, I must lie.  
The sun scorches; shadows soothe.  
Your thighs, the shade I crave.  

Your meadows call, perfumed air.  
Fountains of lips drown my thirst.  
Lost, I am found in your arms.  
There, my soul learns to dream.

A whisper bends where wisdom hides.  
The skies will split, the wind decides.  
The hoof shall strike where truth resides.  
And rivers glow in mirrored tides.  

The prophecy rides on shadowed beams,  
Its voice a shatter beneath the seams.  
Where donkeys chant in broken streams,  
Their bray ignites the sunlit dreams.

A shy rose smiles, a blush of dawn,
A whispered secret, softly drawn.
I, son of wood, with words so keen,
By witch-mother, a mystic scene.
A thousand whistles, sharp and clear,
To rouse the trees, dispelling fear.
And when I call, with voice so low,
The roses answer, soft and slow.
A tender love, a whispered sigh,
As petals bloom beneath the sky.
A silent dance, a gentle grace,
In nature's heart, a hidden space.
The morning dew, a diamond sheen,
Reflects the light, a perfect scene.
My witch-mother, with eyes so deep,
Her wisdom whispered, secrets to keep.
The wood awakes, a verdant hue,
As love and beauty, fresh and new.
The shy rose smiles, a blush of gold,
A story told, a tale unfolds.

If you love the birds' song,  
don't enclose their wings in bars.  
Let them dance with the wind,  
plant trees beneath wide skies.  

Mother Earth will whisper softly,  
her breath the rustle of leaves.  
The birds will hum your name,  
a hymn of freedom and grace.

I picked her up on the roadside,
thumb out, smile easy.
“Where you headed?”
“To the end of this road,” she breathed.
Hop in.
By the time we’d finished talking,
that road ended at my hotel door.
She slid into the chair,
crossed her legs slow,
stirred my coffee like the spoon was trembling.
“Want some?” I asked.
Her lips tilted: “No, thank you.”
I sprawled on the bed,
TV humming shadows,
watching her instead of the screen.
Then she leaned close,
eyes glinting, voice low:
“So tell me
a **** girl stops you on the road,
follows you up to your room…
what do you think she wants?”
And me, fool that I am,
instead of pulling her in,
I laughed and said,
“Probably just to catch the weather report.”

Burdens break beneath excess untamed.  
Grace falters when pride is proclaimed.  
Truth bends where flattery spills wide.  
Hope blinds when caution steps aside.  

Walk narrow paths, where reason stays.  
A measured heart outlives its blaze.  
The whisper knows what the shout forgets
In balance rests life’s strongest bets.