again i find myself
drowning in you
****** together
like waves on the shore.
i'm ready to go under
and feel you fill my lungs
you are my oxygen.

The goddess of love

likes to sleep with the strong god –


of war and killing.

Would that I could lie beside you,
sharing silence, feeling the compulsion
to do nothing, to say nothing--
but to be in your beauty. To share
breaths with you, the rhythms of our
breathings syncopated, complementary,
as if a basso continuo for loving.
That our toes touch playfully is not too
much;  that I might take your little finger
and kiss it is no abridgement;  that I
might savor your salt-sweetness is
no sin, but a sign perhaps to begin again,
in time. But now I am beside you,
and the world and all its heavens
is a wondrous place.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks

May we be servants to all others and masters of ourselves.

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks

Ah, Desire, the son

of Love and War: so playful –


and so destructive.

show me behind the curtain
of velvet and sheer
so the obvious can be made so

i see through a prism filled of light
while the colors you carry
stain my eyes in hues

i can't make out whats green or blue
and cats continue to fear me
but my body is tired so i will rest

and hope this is only a dream.

Moved and comforted

by love, although not really:


moved by the love song.