If these walls could talk,
they'd tell you how
my hand fits perfectly in yours
or
how i succumb to you
exploring my body until
i can't take it
anymore.
They'd tell you a story
filled with secrets that entail
the whispers between
the sheets intertwined in our
fingertips,
while we are lip-locked
into a fantasy world of our
own.
They'd tell you how every time,
we enter into another galaxy and
that a piece of my soul falls
into you every time
and that this is a battle I
will lose time after time;
**happily

Someday I will leave
the cold sea

Leave its dark quiet wake
like all the long nights
I've forgotten

I will go sleep
on the soft shoulder
of the mountains

Watch her hands
cupping the moon

Somewhere west
of these frozen sad dunes

Say goodbye to the cry of the gull
and the bluewater wind I love

that leaves me feeling so cold.

Tommorow I will wake up and you will be lying against me. Our scents mingled on the pillow. All the books will be written and I will drink black coffee and look at their spines aligned neatly on our bookshelf. I can watch barefoot the sun rise without the need to move for a more perfect view. My mind will be the ancient cathedral and me its  solitary monk. Peace. Sunlight pouring through the stained glass. Tommorow I will wake up next to you clothed only in sun

Do the trees just die

every season out of

a sense of habit?

this coming mouth over softly of sunlight

is subtle stuff and warmly arrives

through cheek as pink as rose
blood,

**** laughing, the

fooling of fingers in dark hair,

the rich surprise of lips
in a dark room
pinkly aware with morning–

grunts rolling over into
my arms and i

kiss its neck

(this small naked

at what age can you tell yourself;
you've lived long enough to be worthy?
lived long enough to say how you truly feel?
to have experienced enough of the world
to tell your stories of it?

Don't forget my loving,
My longing or my coveting.
Don't forget my loving
Of you.