Perfect hands, she has             
     like no other,
love is the sheen,
       her mobile fingers exude,
                               in her hands
                                          I am malleable and ductile,
                                  she crafts me
                                              as a piece of Hellenic art.

Hidden in the shadow
of the Soul owner,

born in the body
while the whole is hidden.

No worldly value
can be attached to this.

The magic of Life
is not theirs to claim.

They drag the cross
painless, not fearless.

Their way, it
pulls at me,

it burns my lips.
My fingertips stretch

to touch the Heirs overflow.
Fears cloud my eyes

as I watch
time tic loudly.

© 1986

Cheese
Simply fermented
Curds and whey, minus the whey
Fantastic with meat
And fruit
And bread
Creamy, sweet, and soft
Or
Sharp , hard, and strong
Fancy, or plain
Expensive, artisan, specialised
Cheap, processed, conformed
Cheesey, cheesey, cheese

Autumn is here
A season with two faces
One blows a farewell kiss
To her late friend August
The other adjusts his spectacles
And looks for the surefooted
Arrival of the cold months

Orange and gold falls from the trees
These petals and leaves
Resemble to true likeness the pollen
Coated bees that buzz and
Construct the giant honey combs
That little bears love so much

Trunks and branches of trees
Sigh away the dry whisper
From Summer’s heat and
Thieve away any trace of water
That within their thoughts
Reach they may sense
From this thieving of
Liquid pure
Comes verdant mosses
Those in jest proclaim sole dominion
Over the apple’s green

The deer venture through the
Rains of petals and leaves
Sniffing with their muzzles the
Tiny mushrooms
That escaped the underground when rain
First touched soil surface

Squirrels chase each other around
And up the trunks of soaring oaks
And with their teeth
Collect nuts for when desire
To go search is not a question

Orange and gold
Falls from the trees
What falling wonders are these?

Falling, crisp air folds,
Sculpted by the angels,
This moment, our time.

Eyes awake, I embrace you.
Crystal smile back.

We dance through ephemeral bliss,
Sharing passing solace.
In so rare a moment, I ask,
“Please Last”
As I indulge in your smell.

Hot breath on neck…
Melting. Always melting.
You’re so soft.

Tighter and tighter I squeeze
Thaw becomes inevitable.
The fantasy is fleeting,
Desperation outcries pleading – “Stay”

“Your sparkle delights me”
And still you vanish.

“When will I see you again” I mused,
Water running from finger tips.

“In reverie”

He clings to the bible
carrying it as if were a dog carrying dead fowl
its stiff brown spine
sometimes I wonder what kind of
clicks and and sparks happen in
that maze of a mind
staring with shiny slack lips
they reflect the heavens I’m sure of it
although usually avoid his eyes
there’s too much turbulence.