We're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to your jeans, we're watching the stars and we're moving
We're going down the green boulevard and we're cruising
you speak Romanian, I speak you, we're going to far
and moving to the beat as one and the wind blows the hair
in my face and I got news for you, I can see you just clearly
as I could before, carefully, barely hanging on and catching movies

I can't keep away from your kiss, back and forth want to feel
the rest of you and all of you can't wait to catch you all alone
we're in the sun and I'm moving from your mouth
to the hole in your heart, tell me how you feel and who you are
you speak barely, your rhythmic breaths tell me all I need to know
waste the day and spend all the time in your pockets, all alone
floating around your head and hanging midair in your palms like
a red balloon

       just like that
I am falling
unfolding in your eyes
layers of shadows unraveling
in polar-laced
              spirals of hunger
deep freeze melting upon tongue
an icy build-up
thawed in seconds
for my very cells burn
          beneath your gaze
as you take in the fullness
                 of my presence
     despite the smoky,
glass-paned haze
My presence-
     suffused with
          the darkness of silk-
          I want it to graze your skin
the most gentle feather
  stroking emotion
       coaxing out the
          firestones in you
           spinning them into    
a frenzied lava-slaked ocean
     and then those unexplained,
flurried lattice flakes
that somehow soothe and cool
within this inferno
of just-missed proximity

My essence
             is cast like a net
over you
as we dive into
         the volumes
as I pull the
heated visions out of your mind
             feel your heart's closest
  most tiny reverberations
           little beats barely heard
yet in some unlikely way
pump blood into mine
Undo me
as my wet blue pools
dissolve into yours
my trussed-up implosions
flowing out in air-spun tempest
Unwrap my defenses
          a soldered-up dam breaking
                 a glass tubular bell
                   hairline fracture quaking
Strip me bare
no need to even touch me
for the vapors of
your voice
remove the layers
of debris
like the steam of earth
irons out
the blackened quilt of sky
to reveal
the altar
           of our

bird in darkness, sings at night
a testament. a sigh.
she warbles for the coming light
but never wants to fly
for she fears a tre'chorus flight
in darkness as it lies
cruel, its haunches pull in tight
it homes in on her cries
yet she evades its clutch's might,
so no matter how it tries
for God has given second sight
and darkness



(C) 4/29/2017

without the ambient light from
our cities or electrical lights
even candles or fire
wouldn't WE fear the dark?

I wrote this after sitting
out on my front porch listening
with great appreciation
to a nightbird

From September - 2016

"Comforting", it is-
in its application"

"Calming", it is-
in its purpose"

is its message"

Whether applied to an infant babe in a crib....
or making the tears of a crying child disappear...

or, simply giving a hug to mom and dad.......

or, your children.......grandchildren.........

or, to a friend.......

Channeled thru you... from heaven..........

The "power".................of..............a "touch"

r.riddle: 09-18-2016

*inspired by Pradip Chattopadhyay's "Distance"

Why an emptiness within
with the summer wind
blowing away the dust

Why the mute tears
we weren't friends for years
but came together awhile

The earth doesn't pause to grieve
but in the heart of hearts
when a good friend leaves
the void for lifetime hurts.

Our fellow Poet and friend Richard Riddle passed away on the 23rd April.
He will be missed.

in the dark, ancient
times, before fire, it freed one
to simply look up, freedom
full fraught on the ground,
in the trees, up the mountains,
in frigid deserts

no lines no borders
on the infinite seas, with predators
and competition for food
and space, maybe we found
grace in the sun, moon,
and in the north star,
hearts like ours
on fire.

In the present...
there is no fear.
there is no sorrow.
there is no regret.
there is no loss.
For in the present...
is where

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