This night is constellation clear
in silence sweet I wait to hear
harmonic curves along a path
potential is not aftermath !
Desire kindled sparking leaping
beyond pain that holds my weeping.
Authentic movement my demand
Celebrate not reprimand

Soft, soft this sigh upon the wind
When darkness
Falls...




Amaranthine love...
Misted lace, winding whispered veils
Of gold and blue;
Never-ending soul-lit perfume;
Pressed moist upon
The breath of summer's sky
So long ago...



Hues of yesterdays
When stars lit the sable'd night,
Dressed in ribbons of fire,
Their resonance,
Like crimson sutures
Across my heart...



Where whispers, soft, undressed me
To receive sacraments of desire
In sinews of nerve-ends
Burning loving breath
Across velvet flesh folded beneath
Your tremors...



In the light of your night
My body
Became yours...tender
... the curve of breast
Caressed by a silken pulse,
Soft...
...the eyes of damp surrender
Dissolving sweet as sugared petals
Upon your tongue...



And in this hour,
Surely you have heard my mouth
Part to ribbon your name in
The tightest corset of night,
Pausing only
To memorise the curl of
Smiles...tracing the lines
Of lips with closed
Eyes so that I might braile
This fiery feeling in the smooth
Shadowy halls of my spirit
always

Always........

quick -- hand me your
clinical nest
so easily disguised
in the form of
beautiful
white tears that
glisten with hints of
subtle blue

they tend to find easy
refuge
on the edge of
my lips
when they see the
leaves
are falling

honey, don't you know
if you keep the
window open
eventually I'm going to



fly away?



we can't count our
courtesies
as often as our
conflicts
& you were never there
to know
the difference

one day you'll stop trying
to predict my
wings


& I'll stop trying to
remember
how well you
could

On my heart, you write with your eyes,
punctuating each line with a deep sigh;*
scooping colors of love, I paint it in my mind,
and  subtly encase with subconscious.