The figure in a white
see-through robe
walking seductively across
the bedroom
is a sweet
Pacific breeze
upon my *****

Yellow striped apron
drapes her flesh
as the meat sizzles in the pan
My senses huddle
the view from behind
more appetizing a meal

Yellow striped apron
is a nightgown
made in Spain
in the heat of the afternoon
making siesta impossible
if she is the cook

Oh Jesus I drool
I thirst I crave
I want I yearn
for
the ingredients behind
Yellow striped apron

They point at me
to all
parts of me
and present themselves
to ponder
upon
me

Souls are blind,
shapeless dreams
we invent to accept the darkness

But we find out they can dance
when put to music
which is a shapeless dream
we invent to accept the darkness

then there is harmony

Shoulders smooth
lips glistening
words dismissed easily
as thoughts
shine, shine, shine
diva eyes
the face plays with
expressions like
an orchestra presents
Mozart

You see me rolling
on the floor
Mr Cool Drool
in a state of the union
your puppy
your mobster
your hit man
hitting on you

Nightgown,
white top,
a cloud covering
a sky of skin
so smooth
it spreads
delicate
on the frame
of femininity
and makes
me sigh
and glide
into that sky
holding on
for dear life.

She’s a touch away, generations behind
An enigma wrapped in mascara,
Cleopatra in mittens, Desdemona defined
With the sweet scent of Scarlett O’Hara

She strums some strings in tender tune
With a melody’s voice so gently
I crave to believe as I howl at the moon
When she sang of her love she meant me

My cartoon brain scribbles scenes in panels
Bubbled words floating over my head
While asleep she poses, dreaming in flannels
On a phantasmagorical bed

Longing to adore being desperately charmed
My impossible dream is eternally armed.

My apple and pear trees cast obese shadows over the blades of uneven grass.

On your throne,
legs crossed,
feminine fire,
open bar tonight,
look through me,
and show
my eyes
the mistress
of
night’s inadequate
tempting.

On your throne,
queen of queens,
keeper of the king,
crowned with a sigh,
breathy,
slave of youth
with the will of
a wanton gypsy.

On your throne,
I am your subject,
I have nowhere else
I want to serve.

The scent stays with me
sometimes
when I can almost feel
and taste
and touch you

My senses conspire
into thrilling sweat
and blood-rushing movements
that can almost feel
and taste
and touch you

In a sea of pain
we float
sharing beads of water
to drink
locking arms to be warm
under a black sky
hopes drifting
into the dawn of
some distant shore

In the center of the fire
is red
a nucleus of the flame
a lifeform all its own

And the ripe apple
and the toy engine
and the toenail paint
and that part of the pupil where one sees the soul
and the stained-glass window
and the Native American
and the Fender bass
but most of all
the love that cannot be captured, caged or killed.

Don Quixote's

defunct

        who once

        mounted a stale

                                  stallion

and pontificated theimpossibledream

                                                  Christo

he was a ragged hombre

                      and what I have to say is

how do you like your conquistador kid

Mister Muerte

I want to sleep with you
in the quiet darkness
beneath the sliver of a silver moon

I want to sleep with you
soft and close and tireless
gentle touching on a single pillow

I want to sleep with you
as the dawn becomes restless
breathing one into another life

I want to sleep with you
and find you deep inside my head
dark becoming light where you step

I want to sleep with you
every time every where
eternal
silence
blessed
amen

It's sad
the empty holes
forming in a heart
cannot be filled
with anything else
but what was there
before they were
empty

Look at me with a
teacher’s stare through
glasses and I see you
want to teach me
but I want to teach you,
too, because I have withstood
more pain than I hope you will
never feel …

Your smile is cordial
but I know you crave the
arms of desire
and you want to learn
that fire does not have to
singe the soul
and one kiss could be
more valuable than
a million brigades of
Hannibal’s elephants …

I am polite, I look and listen,
but I want to take these beaten
hands and slide the
glasses off,
I want to see your eyes
remain open as I lean in
and gently kiss you,
whispering,
”Everything will be all right.”

I look at the rain
and the birds flying
with wet wings  

Hold me

I feel the chill through
the door that leads
to the long blades of grass
wet from the rain

Hold me

I inhale a fragrance
of soft fear and
mortality

Hold me

I was born in a city
Moved to other cities
Lived on both coasts
Hung with celebs
Loved and lost

Almost died a few times
Moved to the country
Generations of fowl
Sons born dogs died
Lost her love
Tears in the fields
Almost died a few times
Saw your face
Awoke to light
Followed the dream
Met you
Will never die

Lick this
and take some words from my mouth
to add to your poems
to soak into your mind
so they form ****** actions
in your dreams

Lick this
with long laps
and canine desire
to promise you must
at least once
taste me

You look so deeply alive in red,
like a flame about to lose control.
There was a moment I saw you
kneeling, with your shoulders
steamingly smooth
and my desire was fuel
for the flame,
and I did not need to gather wood.

Maybe sometimes
two of us
see in each other’s eyes
the chance
that romance works
on a level that
only the two of us know.  
And we are so frightened
this may be true
that we make excuses
and walk into the distant
shadows of lonliness.

you are the brew
        perking
        steaming
        
morning mix cuppa java
dawn that pours on you like lava

Sometimes, late at night
I look at a photo of her
sitting there with her back to me
after a shower
and I can see down her spine
to the point where there is a
hint of her backside
and all I want to do is
run my fingers up and down
and down and up
and down
and up
and down
and feel the smooth rhythm
like a jazz improvisation
dig it
with a tempo
and a beat
that keeps my heart in time
with love.

The planets align
the astrological sign
the endless time
between our paths
over decades past.
If these lives escape us now
there may be too much forever
to endure
and the heavenly bodies
may never meet again
How in the world do you
come to me from a universe
so wide?
And when …

She saw me break down
and watched me cry
and listened to me beg
but she had to
shoot me
point blank
and be done with it all

kung fu
feng shui
wing nut
shang hai
chow mein
chop suey

fu manchu to you, too

As the spring rain falls in sheets
across the edges of my windows
I can hear the distant honking
of Canadian geese
They must be flying, gliding,
searching afar in the grey sky
far off, maybe somewhere near you,
making me wish I could fly.

I once dug a hole
all the way to China
and you'll never guess
who was there

I found a woman
beauty would blind ya
two eyes of jade
long golden hair

Rested on flowers
sunshine behind her
clouds like angels
were everywhere

She said I should know
where I could find her
there on the good earth
so precious and rare

I never could see
anyone finer
though I never went looking
I wouldn't dare

'Your love has given me wings'
is the answer to
'No wonder my happy heart sings'
I know this because
on hot, sticky days
and bone-biting nights
I would croon the tune
over the sink
with my hands lathered
in detergent
and she would smile
because the old Italian song
gave her wings

The sight of you
takes the breath from me

Walk away,
don't run
                 keep it

it belongs to you now.

Some nights I sit here numb, my fingertips on the keyboard, tapping
frozen words onto a virtual piece of paper.
I am clear about many things but I am unclear, too, about other things.
It’s all too much work to figure and nothing about it is warm.
So, I sit back and imagine a moment when you are under the covers
next to me and you get onto your side and rest your head on my
shoulder.
You sigh and I feel as if all of the unknowns have been poured into
the empty spaces of misunderstanding
and I am certain that I don’t ever need to know any more
than I know when you make the approach and settle so peacefully beside me.
All we need then is to close our eyes and
see each other in our dreams.

What formal madness need I study
To learn the love you cannot define?
What recipe is mixed so muddy
It’s neither blessed with blood nor wine?

So my remains, ashes of memory
Are the fates cast to the wind
And anything thought meant to be
Proves how thoroughly I have sinned

The echoes of your bitter words
So much louder than ringing in my ears
Bounce through gray skies like crippled birds
That perch and age through all these years

Hide from shelter, shiver from fate
It’s all been for naught and now it’s too late

The light from yonder window breaking
is not the sun shone through
The dawn of what lay waste of me
reflects into the blue
My bones are light an hollow now
no matter the time of day
So what, so there, so left to crack
so near, so far away

It's getting cold,
November cold
and the shoulders shiver
But the ground is not all
that gets hard
the body stiffens
the danger of cracking ensues
as winds blow
through the crevices
never entirely sealed
And that is my soul

Bring me warmth, friction
|and fire

Belladonna
gotta wan 'er
'donna wan 'er
smooth iguana
majiuana
lips nirvana
call me bwana
Belladonna
god i wan 'er
wanna 'donna

There is a photo of your leg
and it is so smooth I want to
see it stretch from here to
eternity …

There is a color
in the sky
late in the afternoon
that would escape
the eye of Picasso.

There is comfort
in that color
and I need it to
embrace me
and make me strong
so I can become
that color.
You.

It all went south.
The caring, the work it took
to care.
I had so much energy
and I toiled,
awoke early,
tried to accept a bad taste
here and there,
longing,
desire,
failure to satisfy
the meaningless sides
of it all.

I could not sustain
the chores,
my heart was too
open, unguarded.
When she left I knew
nothing would ever be
the same. But when I
saw your smile,
no matter how you hid
your pain,
I knew I could make it
without her,
without
direction.

Fk Charles Bukowski
harder than he fked himself.

There is never a trigger
in these verses

I load the words
but none

have the power
to explode in you

The wind so strong it crushes bones
Through the ears it leads thoughts astray
None but the brave leave their homes
For fear it will blow them away

This is why my space is challenged
Shelter from the storm I seek
Every muscle works to keep me balanced
An loathes the state that renders me weak

To weather the storm and journey afar
Where you cringe in the arms of your tribe
How I yearn to struggle to get where you are
Yet return to my cave, alone, alive

Banish the thought you can see the light
That shines on a soul too beaten to be bright

Such a pretty face
in a world of grimaced cheeks
with lips that speak
the language of kisses

Dream of a warm embrace
during a storm that sweeps across a great ocean
and the arms holding you
make you feel safe
and safe is love
and love is life
that no cyclone
can stop

Pope Frances
always dances
on the tops of chairs
like he did
as a kid
down in Buenos Aires.

Nothing is going to last forever
except this

Things will corrode and crack
and crumble
not this

Rain will sweep away
the shores and drown the sand
and the shape of things will change
but this won’t

The planet will get hotter
and maybe colder
and things will burn to cinders
or freeze solid and still
not affect this in the least

This is something bigger
than the both of us
or the wind and the earth
or the eternity between
the galaxies

And once we are fully
aware of this
nothing will keep us apart.

Hearts that wrestle
thump
And strangle
so if you are the heart
that beats
I am the heart
that is beaten

If the morning turns to carbon black
And you feel your faith about to crack
I’ll move the wind to be at your back
I live inside your heart

Should the starlight make your memories burn
Or a lover’s pain suddenly return
I would satisfy your every yearn
I live inside your heart

There may never be another chance
For me to serve you, dear
I want to whisper words I never spoke
That only you can hear

Show me a mountain and I’ll climb for you
Ignite the flames and I’ll run right through
I don’t need reason or point of view
I live inside your heart

Life is getting shorter every day
And though a heaven may await
I want to live right now with only you
That’s all I ask of fate

You have been waiting all your life and more
To be the one that only one would adore
So I stand barefoot on the burning shore
I live inside your heart

Can
you
imagine
a world
without
me
adoring
you
now
that
I
do?

Your broken English
is a prayer if you
whisper it in my ear
and say you want me
anyway
all ways
in ways no words can describe

Count all your fingers
twenty times
turn your head to the left
take a deep breath
exhale
taste your lips
open your eyes
close your eyes
pull your shoulders
back so your clavicles
are defined
flex a thigh muscle
gently touch your cheek
with your index finger
arch your back
smile
there I am.