It’s been a while
since we last
did this.

I’ve almost forgotten
the way your body
fits together like a perfectly
intricate song,
one part flows
into the next
seamlessly.

The patterns etched into my mind
come back so effortlessly now.
I’ve got my hand between your thighs,
I feel your warmth,
Breathing.
this is familiar.

I’m going to touch you
in that secret place.

It’s irresistible,
the look on your face
as you give up
and melt into the feeling.

I plunge into you
like splashing through the surface
of a crystal calm lake at sunrise
and you explode
like a million
shattering windowpanes.

You exist
simultaneously
in my pocket
and in New York.

Buzz… Buzz…

Each text I send,
an attempt
at a well-crafted
digital love song.

Goodnight sweetie.
☺

Last night I dreamed
In great green valleys.
You and I
laughed and dashed across
a trickling stream
of cool diamond water
lapping
over smooth polished stones.

on the other side
we dried our bare feet
on the soft warm grass,
carpeted and mossy.

laughing we raced up
the sloping loams of
the earth’s fresh surface,
Emerald green in the setting sun.

Atop the ridged crest
we gazed into the horizon,
eye-level with the clouds
that had pinked over
like soft,
tender flesh.

I felt your smile,
your presence,
breathing
somewhere
inside of me.

crying out like children
we flew down the grassy *****,
crossed again the eternal stream
and ended somehow
inside some cozy cottage,
warm and safe.

and suddenly we were alone
and I kissed you
and that’s when I woke up
and outside the dawn was just graying
to reveal a thick fog,
settling over the land.

Sometimes
You climb the steepest slopes
and stare off at the horizon.

It’s fragile up there above the notched ridge.
Way up in the clouds
the delicate alpine grass,
is speckled
with pale flower blossoms.
a cool wind kisses you
on the face.

This is the place
where you walk
among the spirits.

Be careful though,
it is a long way down
and surely it leads
back to your bed
where your body waits with
bleary eyes and a dry mouth.
It is forgotten like old clothes
crumpled amongst
the folded bed sheets.

Racing ahead
laughing like a child,
I flew down the hill,
gliding,
motion so smooth,
Nothing could stop me.

I stood at the bottom and waited.
In slack-jawed awe
of the fall colors,
my breath misting before my face
in the pale moonlight.

Enlightenment
never came so easily
as that night we climbed the hill
marked with tombstones,
touched the trees, felt them speak,
and stared out over the valleys,
the cities, the roads,
the universe,
accepting our place
so effortlessly.

You are complete.

There is a peacefulness
wrapped in this power.
Lie on your back,
breathe,
feel the cool night air
flowing in and out of you,
accept the oneness.

The universe is as much inside of you
as you are a part of it.
Know this.

You are complete.

Say these words again and again,
silently in the forefront of your mind,
begin to accept them.
Become aware o the entire world,
fitting between your ears,
behind your eyes.
Become each slow breath.
Relax.

Succumb to the current,
accept your place as a single point
on this earth hurdling through space.
But what magic within this point!

You are complete.

Sit up.
Open your eyes.
Know this.