And all the sounds of the earth rang in my ears
from that explosion of sound
my mind opened to your subconscious.
Within you I swam far and wide
burrowed deep into your universe
and slept soundly for the first time in
years.
From those brief moments that spanned an entire
Era
I felt that only peace within me.

And even if you win what then?
Will the clouds part
and rain down paradise.
Will you kick me down and make me beg?
Make me BEG!
**** me if you MUST
DO SO!
Just that I may die and know not
the intolerable filth you sing.
You poisoned my ears.
ENOUGH!

Let these tears fall
and drop
sending ripples vibrating
outward on the surface of
soft skin.
Feel my tongue against
that hollow
of your collar
a small pool
soon forms and my tenderness gathers.
I lap at that resivour
when you hold me close
to regain lost compassion
that the world has so brutally taken.

what exactly is this that I'm feeling
a dull ache in my chest
piling slowly
compacting  tightly.
It hurts
and yet at times I forget
the ache masks itself as something else.
My collar bones feel brittle
as if with a simple whisper
they will crumble like crushed biscuits
in the palm of your hands.
I need healing
healing only you can offer
or else I fear nothing will stop me
from leaving
floating
following the current like a string on a balloon

Relentlessly upon the waxy leaves
of summer time Mongolia trees
white blossoms fell
carried from a soft wind
to the grass fragrance laden
still from your last whisper.
The rain beats down on the velvet petals
soft as a down comforter
sensual as your own hands
setting my skin ablaze.

Jackals cackle
beating paws sound like drums
against an earth cracked from famine.
They pant dry
clouds of dust are heaved
the grained dirt grind between ravenous teeth.

Infants crying
dying.
Mothers hearts are breaking
hurting, aching.
Their lips-like earth-are cracked
thier yearning
wanting water cool for the taking.

Mothers foster bitterness
A father's pride is broken
laying, falling
between those dry cracks
falling
falling
down to magma burning.
Vapors rise, the heat is burning
earth and evermore the jackals

are cackling.

When I left you standing by that
still lake
I fully expected your image
to remain reflected,unmoving in the waters
surface.
Instead I made my journey back
and you were nowhere to be seen.
I stood for hours beckoning
but nothing cared for my inquiry.
When night then fell
the stars shone bright
and thus I realized
that in those stars
I saw your eyes.