Wanderer

Wanderer Mar 2014

I wake up with your smell braided through my hair
                            Saturating my senses from the night before

Starlight and moonshine lit rings of soft fire in our eyes

                            Falling asleep in your arms
                            World stops, fog settles in
                            No one here but our body heat
                            Syncopation at it's most natural speed
                            Cold fibers seek solace in lip kissed goose bumps

You push me deeper than ever before

                            Our hands parting but pried apart
                            Occupying the spaces between hello and goodbye
                            It is never that easy though, is it?

Straight lines curve when wrapped around your tongue

                           Making the most out of deep sighs and slow, easy smiles
                           The subtle shifts in your geography have my mouth watering
                           Causing a wild flutter to awaken the dead ache
                           In flesh once thought to be silent

It beats only for you

                           Ink and I have been forged since birth
                           Soul seared and thirsty for it's satiny black quench
                           With it I paint you immortal
                           Dancing through veins and sacred neuron firing
                           you are held
                           Where I can always keep you safe
                           Where in memory you are eternal

Wanderer Feb 2014

When the Lights Go Down

Got this ache
Ooh sweet fire, burning me down
Wrapping hot silky wet around all of my sharp edges
You make me feel like a hot house orchid
Ice eater
Anything to temper the flame
Liiiick
Straight up center stage
Curtains parted
Gasp and low moaned surprise
Fingers dancing, soprano orchestra sings
Yeeeeees
Opera house style
Standing ovation
Bow taken
...we should make a season out if this

Thought about naming this "Crowd Pleaser"

Wanderer Feb 2014

Secrets Between Your Fingertips and My Tears

You lean in close to fathom
The tightly refrained edge of my grief
"Why hold it in?"
Little does he know the cost of that heeling
Eating away
At the joy that used to so easily come
Shhh
We may leave but our echo will remain
I am only human
These bones are just as heavy as your's
When light falls and the day weighs
Stacking the darkness in my favor
I would rather be memorialized in shadow
Then cast in unforgiving light
You're going to lose it, stopping suddenly mid-stride
Breath quicken, heart slam ricochet
With only the hazed memory of where my warmth used to be

I would make sure that you at least would get a proper farewell.

Wanderer Feb 2014

Lost, One Muse

You are bright green grown
Absinthe slick burning easy tide
Rolling over my better judgement
With a handful of sharpened quills
Pressuring to produce
WWWWWRRRRIIIITTTTEEEE
Biting the end of that word with such force
That what remains is sore
Skeletal
Fill in the blanks with kaleidoscope instant mix
Whisk and whirl
I feel your gaze upon me, lucid
Yet you don't feel a thing
*You never feel a thing

Wanderer Jan 2014

The Gristle

Your city slick
Your sidewalk stomp
Does nothing for my gutter heart
You dig deep with sticks and spoons
But bones wheren't made to be broken
I've got as far ahead as I can see
With layers of your haze in front of me
Keep on walking
Tender aged with dry cut throat
Haloed lights bleeding into the murky night
These trash can fires
Burn funeral pyres
Leaking ashes of forgotten dreams
Leave your flowers at my door
She doesn't live here any more
Raced through her arm
Chewing up memories
Until she was a shell

*I can still hear her ocean

We all could make better choices.

Wanderer Dec 2013

Denver

I watched green smoke to black
Ribbons of sensual silver-edged good morning
Snaking above me
A canopy of feel-me-up pheromones
Hazy
You watched, dripping, shower rod framed
As my frame did the same
Please, don't ask for a towel
Let's leave these sheets with the print of our bodies

Wanderer Dec 2013

The Flow of Woman

Son, women (sigh), women are a kin to the ocean
Riding the currents of their emotions
Through cold and warm
Swelling, ebbing
Pulled by silvery moon
To navigate their shifting tides
One must be a patient sea captain
Hurricanes and tempests may steal your hope
Hold fast! Secure the rigging!
Listen to the wind though, my son
Her siren's song will guide you through to safe harbor
On those days when you reach calm waters
The aches she soothes in your soul
Will be worth any perfect storm