“Once upon a time”:…
     or so the stories go;
hell even the Raven’s Poe
used these words:
     “once upon a midnight dreary.”
But who is this
knocking at my door?
She was the
     once
in my life
and I welcomed her in
once upon a time.
~~~
Upon a time
     once
this time curved around her face
touching sweet dimples,
lips upon my finger tips
and felt time
fold in upon itself
     endlessly
          once.
~~~
Time
     Upon a once
raging fire
knocking at my door
promising more….
      Now
time upon a once
           nevermore.

Aztec Warrior/redzone  10.15.16

Feel**

Her season,  a sweet nectar,
the fragrance of fresh cut clover
on a Spring day.
She fills rainbows with colors.
She is….   just
arms, legs,
hair and lips,
just kisses and delight
morning, noon and night.
She is…    just
Summer heat
swirling Autumn leaves
Winter’s freeze
and a Spring shower with me.
She makes me feel
     Everything
In the air she breaths
I see
Everything….
      I feel everything!
She is…   just
      my beloved.
Aztec Warrior/redzone  10.14.16
(Note: still thinking about the music in “Youth” and the movie)

Complete**

A song
         simple
     in the emotions
sung as melodies,
     woven
into the fabric of time
drifting along the edges
    of a night sky
and into your heart.

A simple song
          we are
sung
     in widening circles
     dance
continuous and complete
     in lover’s ache
defined
     as in your touch,
     fingers speak soliloquy
and I create etudes,
     opus and symphony,
     my love to you.

We are a simple song,
a rainbow, colorful
     complete.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 10.11.16
(Note: written after watching an art film- “Youth)

You are the
         liquid sugar
I rub into
       my skin
soaked
through to my
pores so
deep within
on a cellular
level as I
gulp it down
swish in saliva
in liquid love
          sounds
washed through
my system
in textured
              spin    
you balance
out the thickness
of my insulin
           you
pique
          hot
energies
into blush-fused
                crush
swirling
endorphins
and hormones
in maelstrom rush
my cheeks
on fire,
ripe fruits
drip
          juice
I must
    breathe  
in staccato
to control
         this
  sluice  
But when I
get peak-high
and then
            *****
      so
           low
you harmonize
the taut,
        slick pull
of my
       undertow flow
It's just a matter
of a few
words, syll-a-
bles spoken
velvet-voiced
             cool
smooths
the rough      
of my
     broken
So please
        inject it,
fresh
into the river
of my blood
     Bring it over,
   hot sugar,
before  I
surge
   into
        flood