My words are clumsy
and heavy as rocks thudding
on top of moist earth.
They're disruptive,
uncomfortable.
The noise of my voice like brass
clattering down a flight of stairs,
injured and dented.
Though underground, the sound
is silky and sleek.
My words falling like tiny pearls,
tap dancing daintily,
spilling smooth across marble,
rolling easily,
steady like pattering rain.

Your hands are slow;
soft as they stroke
and they tug.

Noses rub
so we laugh a couple.
A chuckle and tickle,
even a pickle.

While your mouth on my skin
is just right like a creamy dessert.
Cool
and light.

That I may take flight in delight
underneath you.
Tying our legs
like we tie our shoes.

Squeezing loose the juice

Feeling it ooze as it drips
from your lips
in this morning's kiss,
and the taste on our tongues,

The tingles persist.

Take me to the river
Or the lake
On the water,
Where we can watch old men fish
And make wishes,
Sending them off
into the sun.
Take me to
where I can see the trees
on a hill
from where I lay
in a little red boat,
where frogs belt out a
Curious call,
And bare feet splash
in muddy marshes.
Where clouds shaped like sea horses
Become whales
And turtles before our eyes,
Floating on and on and on and
Ongoing if we would
only stop measuring time.
And the depths
To where my slippery sword
Slashes the ripples,
reaching beneath the surface;
Where I’ll keep my hands apart,
arms out.
So that we’ll glide and collide,
we’ll follow and lead;
our little boat dance
would go on forever,
like the reflection that earth paints for the sky.

Rock candy
that’s what you are,
Hard in my mouth,
I let your sugar melt
and coat my tongue.
*******
Liquid syrup
Slurp and swallow,
Twirling the stick
twist and lick
Let your tip
pass through my lips
I’ll taste the kiss,
and your juices sit
In the smoothness
of my cheek.
Slowly
you grow soggy-soft in my smile;

Mmm, satisfied.

In college we are taught to be animals
like "monkey see, monkey do".
Paying in pennies
to live in this petting zoo
Uncaged
Untamed
Some of us broken
Most of us maimed.
Escaping,
freedom without a clue.

No one’s sitting in that chair,
though soon not even I,
To say that I’ll no longer be,
would be, to say goodbye.

The thought we’ve had to think, we’ve had!
Though neither wants to think.
That we may loose it if we wait,
that you and i may shrink.

Though would we lose ourselves apart
from all there ever was,
to speak, to hear to see no more,
of me, of you, of us.

For space to see some other things,
perhaps will do some good,
Though you’ll stand here
with someone else,
in space where I once stood.

Sometimes it’s summer in your eyes.
Trees swaying in the green of the breeze
There, the sun shines.

And flowers bloom in Spring,
Cool yellow green, where moist
Mossy earth is alive.

And deep evergreen inhibits darkness,
The warmth of daylight fading fast
Freezing pools of frosted blue.

Gold and brown shadowed by sunset,
an amber autumn shines
In the evening of your eyes.

I like what you do to me,
does it count,
****** me poetically?
this fantasy,
it pleases me.
You grabbing me
from inside and
forcing me,
until I’m ashamed.
Though I’m to blame.
No room to be bashful,
I just had a mouthful,

-Your well written slave.

Our lives are a poem,
in which words are not a necessity
for expression.
Those who choose to speak it
might feel different.
They may look different
than those who choose to remain silent.

He looked down into the pool
as it turned to fire.
Igniting his reflection,
burning his eyes,
lashes singed,
and I could smell it,
sparking sparkling ripples.
He is lucky he isn’t blind now…
I told him to turn away
from the mysteries.
Though how could the fire
be so cold, he wondered.
Again, with curiosity,
Though he did not dare touch his hand
to the water
in fear of its depths
And secrets.
He once thought the pool had no emotion,
that the smooth movements of the water
were a result of the breeze
but the water breathed
and was disturbed by him.

Not wanting to become lost around the edges,
Eyes kept wide
I chew on metallic memory

Crossing the tops of my "L's" like "T's"
crossing my legs
and feet,
digging deep into the groves of a hardwood floor,

Now I'm seeing you from beneath

And there are your eyes, all dewy and earth.
That dark. And rich round.

Fluttering.
Filtering out the echo,
that sounds around your face
static along the edges.

It was like running very
slowly through
town.

...lazy lights
Under the big tree

You and me,
We caught fires in our hands

And almost always set them free.

You sought me out, ignore the rest;
Sharing unwrapped and unmarked gifts
whenever you needed to be touched.
Creating moments so beautiful
So cunningly.
So impersonal, yet needy like a pup.
Loving only to survive,
Until I fell in love.

No purer than this
In the middle of the mulch and sand,
We stand.
We swing, and we sway through the dark
or the fog,
exhaling the day.
Memories captured,
laughter greets the night.
While these small moments,
These beautiful movements,
We'll keep in our minds.

Make me into a balloon,
******* up.
And stretch me out.
Make me shine.

Tie me up,
Watch me close.

Let me go
Let me fly.
Lose me in the sky.

Be happy for me
When I’m there,
up high.

It wont be long
before I come back down,
I’ll Pop.

Then you’ll find me,
Here
on the side.