It is so easy to get lost in the ether
Floating in the thick of doubt
Or contrived little demons poking holes in confidence.

I tether myself to the wild,
Breathe in verdant meadows,
Covered in vivid colored petals,
Tickled by butterfly wings and busy honey bees.

I am anchored —
To the orchards,
To the ancient oaks
Whispering knowledge through shaken branch
And shaken leaves under a zephyr breeze.

I am renewed in the river currents,
Water splashing, dashing along my dirtied palette
Cleansing the soot and sulfur,
Refreshed by drinking her endless waters.

It is too easy,
To let the past be a shadow
But I chase the sun,
Basking in the glory of it’s conflagration
How it warms and bakes olive tones to golden browns.

I am safe within the cornfields,
At home within the caves and waterfalls,
Unstoppable amongst the arboreal giants.
A timber wolf, howling at moonlight
A blue jaw calling in the distance,
A boy healed from a world of pain,
A man has grown to shower love on nature
A father who watched his flower blossom,
A man who didn’t let toxicity ruin wonder
Imaginative, in the ways to create.

A new day comes,
The light cascades
I coalesce with the green,
One with nature,
One with life,
One soul,
Anchored,
But free to roam.

In the heat of moments,
Where incandescence mirrored flame
Dancing marigold shadows on alabaster skin,
Flush pink rosy cheeks greet with ruby red lips curled
A quaint smile, in a quiet Manor.

Quiet manners,
In succinct hungered eyes
Staring into permissive lashes
Batted from sapphire pools,
Lively looms of auburn Toole
Shading cherub roundness of her French features,
Obstructing beauty that begot but a heavy sigh.

Pallid cold fingers,
Reach to swipe the silken veil,
Close to her heat, she’s radiant
Sun-washed white, Christian pure.

She offers her hand,
Like an hors d’oeuvres,
She encourages the beast,
With tiny begs and pleads.

Fangs descend,
Parasitic hunger contends
With romantic candor,
Need not to soil sentiment,
He won’t be rude or offended.

A kiss,
Chilled lips touch throbbing wrist
Tongue teasing the riverbeds,
Sending them into blued shivers,
And then a pang rang through
Screaming at the synapses,
The sinew snap of the epidermis,
Snap pea in its clarity,
A rarity in her giving so charitably.

A lashing flick,
Twirling like butterflies patternless flight
Suckling the honeysuckle nearly dry.
As sapphire eyes slated to drained gray pearls
Slinking frame bracing on the shoulder of a chair
She smiles still, given fanatically
She loves with majesty and anima.

He kisses her like a long goodbye
A farewell crept upon phantasmagoric moments
Splashed as vividly as neon paint along black-lit canvases
Her body pocked with punctures
Polka-spotted chic in tapped keg kinesis.
She yearned to join his side,
Like some corpse bride
Under the guise of sanguineous wines
Forever entwined,
And who could deny it?

But he did,
Hid behind chthonic masquerades
And never wishing to see the day
An ageless love betrayed his fragility,
A heart that ached so eternally
Tragic in their symphony
Played out in hungry morsels.
The immortal who loved a mortal
And her spectral haunting,
In every drop given.

How can I be a fat hog
Whiles you suffer
I must insist
Let me make you supper
Pork and beans
By no means!!
Surf and turf
And perhaps some stew
A salad full of green leafy veggies
That should help get ya through

We’ll eat and drink
Burp and belch
Then will take a walk
For our health
I promise to share
‘Til my pantry’s runs bear
Or you eat me out
Of house and home
But at least
I’ll know
In the end
I didn’t eat alone
Suffering I won’t condone
.......

She smells of lilac and lemon
A side note of lavender and honey
Immediately parched, parsed for words
I am hungry.

Her voice was breathy and melodious.
Like the songs of robins or sparrows,
Caught in a cacophony of words —
Bouncing along my ears, popping like ticklish bubbles.

I am lost in her,
Like a labyrinth,
With each turn I take I find myself
Finger trailing more curves,
Finding my grip along the creases of soft skin.

A simple smile,
Feels like I am ice facing the sun —
Melting in an instance
A puddle of wet, watery mess
Caught formless to her elegance.

Our lips meet,
Magnetic attraction,
Glued silken colored contrasts
Ruby red, and pale peach
Collide as tongues joust for dominance.

She tastes like
Cantaloupe mixed with salt and caramel,
Wild berries in yogurt,
Savory, sweet, fruit like
Intoxicating like margaritas or too many appletinis
I’m floating on weak knees,
Captivated and drunk from her radiant being.

And as the night passes,
And the dim lights shoot aflame,
I am there as her sensuality flows like an artery vein
And I dare to bite in, and drain her for a while,
Aloft lost in her like a wandering vagrant
She’ll take me home, and treat me like all the other strays.