Love these worn wrinkle's age
earned in life's forest fire sun
or leave it alone as that dead racoon
its highway flat back, glass eye staring
It's a Thursday stubble face resign
from a razor's kiss no longer matters
A foggy focused boiling whistle morning
thinking of a cup-a-joey for rattle's sake
all jitters and back o'-da-bus crush
Tell, this is not all or much chronicle
but a listen to sun baked cones
snap, crackle or popping verse
Nature's song as increasing ring count
untangling a dance of season's purse
paid Piper tweets in highest branches
straws up this inner sap and sighs

≈ cec

A kiss is just a kiss
'til it becomes thunderous
whelming, confused surrender

~ cec

Crescent Moon, tell nigh Venus
Mar's eye a ménage à trois
tangled night of domestic wine sky
and kicked heel skinny giggles
descending from a deep cosmic
sigh, breath, breeze
while here on firm frigid terrace
light shivers its evening ambitions  
pinching a twinkle of libidinous stars

≈ cec

Venus de Milo, you chiseled charmer
all metamorphic, translucent and solid
arms missing parts in time's struggle
reaching out in postdiluvian armor

David brought to life his stolid member
Zeus put on a swansong aftershave
all your polished full frontal ******
etching volumes to ages and civilization

≈ cec

Invisible in a snowy owl winter storm
holiday poltergeist grasp tight; hearts, minds
feelings, sight, potent in our wild season
coming home free, mule humble

Hello old dog, cat doesn't move but tail
lights on a green pine leaning kitty-corner
some slouch on stuffed sofas sleeping
some sit on stiff cardboard carpet dreams

Bell silver rings dinner in on lace covered tables
while iron tolls ring for pennies in deep snow
silent night winds singing in tongues
lift up these spirits and toast ages told

Memories drill their custom fading holes
leaving tinsel and wand bulbs percolating
bubbles dancing in ever fevered souls
wishing for one more Yule to commemorate

-cec

Your point well dipped
holding indigo blue in your hollow
laden with a fertile flow
life lines form from shallow sips

Ethereal in its feathered flight
shivers with this squall line quill
over contour range of parchment's hills
ghost white as flurries storm, it lights

With words of ink absorb each drop
form a world of conscious stream
there to relish savored dreams
until our wrist is tipped to end, stop

A razor's edge comes forth to cut
this blunted calamus tip of keratin
which sly old Caliban was ripped and written
in sharp whittled shavings of vane's rebut

-cec