I could fall and drop into another,
stop and fall from different heights,
see the sights
put out my lights,
but not tonight.

tonight
she shines a torch on me
to light me and I thought to
fight me not delight me, but
tonight she surprised me

at times when I am tiger
to her lily
I roar,
but only to remind myself,

she blossoms anyway
every day.

I could fall
though not today

balance comes with adaptations
I am open to suggestions
she says,
time to sleep.

It showed on their face.

The rides were fun
but they were breathless.

From the cable car
the sky seemed not that far
and to the wind it was unfair
to have two men without much hair.

Rain had brought color to soft eyes
huddling and cuddling at free wills
but sought shelter these two guys
from the teen lovers' merry squeals.

They rushed to be in time for the first row
childishly enthralled by the 3D show
dipping the whole of their emotion
in the history of origin and evolution.

The day had been too soon done
when in the melted afternoon sun
the two forgot all the worries
in the romance of rediscoveries.

The trinket gurgled
heading to the stream
that babbled
I dabbled a toe or two
in as young boys do

summer flew,
outspread wings and
the north brings winter

I always knew it would end
this way with
ice on the window panes
indoor parlour games
and Gran on the accordion.

tantilizing eyes
Wings made of silk cloth
Sarcophagus of the soul
Attracted to
The
candle's flame
Behold
The
Gypsy Moth

the lyrics are
burning with emotion..usually..
with earthy attractions and
experiences..
but with new perspective
our focus widens and deepens
with the ring burning
our illusory smallness
bringing awakening
to that which lies
beneath the ring..
with never ending defocus
and haltingly at first
we fall into that
infinite sea of love..
and we abide as that
which we always are...*



Love is a burnin' thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire

I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
~~Johnny Cash

Love is a rose
With
A
thorn
Buried
Beneath her smile
i
supposed
But
Aimed at your heart

when we are in love
we are raw red hearts
bleeding
exposed to the flesh
of the night air
in crisp, sharp breaths
ventricles open wide
as its beats paint
the stars crimson,
skylit rubies
baring all
peeled back touch
of cells like
the muck of our guts
spilled out yet
       somehow contained

My insides are
braided, like veins
pumping life into universes
receiving the tender fire
of your jeweled, earthy words
rising to meet each kiss
like an abulation

I am
boiling cherry broth
in this heat-licked ice
that melts upon the tongue
in salted frenzy,
delightful

Wash over me
Hold me in cupped hands,
                       gently
Take me by the tips of
my soul's hips,
                  firmly
for I am at risk
of being pulled into
the sweeping monsoon
of
     your
forever