Nothing, no lover...
Will ever hold you more intimately
than water or air.

If we imagine the world
then make it so...
We need a new imagining.

You have written your name
in the sands of my heart.
I could no more forget you
than I could to breathe.

Past the midnight watch...
in the inner reaches of my heart,
a door opens
and in wearing your face grinning,
grief comes calling.

Take a ****
talking to the dog.
Wandering around in circles
muttering to myself.
Looking for this book
that recipe.

An old 60s song comes on
I bop about the room to the music.
Petting the dog I look at the book
and wonder why I've got it at all.
Sometimes all the voices in my head
can do is sigh.

Of all the addictions...
Chocolate is how
lust should be.

I showed you my heart,
its recesses, its dark chambers
and distant sunny shoals...
I showed you my heart,
you said no thank you.

Heaven has been abandoned,
and hell is empty.
Only the universe and life herself
are worthy of our devotion.

Life is ethereal.
Love with abandon
or not at all.
Give without hesitation,
hold nothing back.
Accept the joy and the pain,
as the price of admission.
And through the tears...
Thank you.

Every ******* thing I do
these days,
you're not there.

In the lazy
late afternoon light
when everything seems dreamlike
she comes to me.
Smiling coyly she undoes a clasp,
her robe slips off the shoulder.
I watch the fabric water like
flow over her body.
Hanging on her *******;
heavy with the ripeness of youth,
it pauses
then slips over her ***** brown *******...
One bouncing, then the other.
Following her curves,
past the hollow of her navel...
exposing her crowning glory,
her woman's furry triangle
so warm and moist and welcoming.
Like an admiring hand,
the falling cloth
traces the wonderful curve of her ***,
and down her long, smooth legs
to pool languidly at her feet.
She undoes her dark hair
shakes her head and lets it fall.
In all her glory she stands before me
eyeing me hungrily...
No seducer but prey am I.

For the briefest moment,
at dawn's first lighting...
The world was pink.

Love
watch sunsets
have snowball fights
sleep in
be unproductive
curl up with tea and a good book
***** ***,
make love
savor a good meal
goof off
be kind
shuffle your feet in the leaves
to hell with diets
dance in the rain
howl at the moon
be grateful
pinch your partners ***
Life is short, kiss slowly
flirt
love your love handles
be compassionate
play with children
comfort the elderly
nurture the sick
hug bearly
be alive

You're not allowed to cross my mind,
I keep that door locked.
My heart is bolted down
like a ship in the storm.
No sailors with ears full of wax,
to the mast I am not bound.
I cannot allow it...
you're not allowed to cross my mind.

She said she had the hand print
of every man
who'd ever loved her
tattooed on her body.
She was covered in hands...
I added mine.

I believe in a universe where a sleepy eye opens existence...
a slowly drooping eyelid ushers it away.
I believe in a universe where Indra and the other Gods
churn the cosmic milk...
where Shiva does the eternal dance.
I believe in a universe where light is separate from darkness
and mankind is molded from a ball of divine ****...
a breath, Be and it is.
I believe in a universe where Gaia watches as Cronus
devours her children until she gives him a stone...
and hides Zeus away.
I believe in a universe that expands
from a singularity of infinitely dense potentiality
less than a speck,
to our cosmos immeasurable in scale.
I believe in a universe where Lao Tuz hands a guard
a little book of wisdom
before disappearing into the mountains
where the sages go.
I believe in a universe where Siddhartha contemplates emptiness
and feels the winds of eternity
whistling through his soul.
I believe in a universe where E=Mc2.
I believe in a universe where an old man lights the first holy fire
and describes the war between light and goodness
vs darkness and evil.
I believe in a universe where the earth and moon,
and all the planets go round the sun...
in a galaxy carrying us
dancing a waltz
we can only catch glimpses of.
I believe in a universe where "Know Thyself"
is revered as a deep truth.
I believe in a universe where
an unexamined life is not worth living.
I believe in a universe where the words of a carpenter
are a true path.
I believe in a universe where an illiterate man is commanded
Read!... a burning coal upon the lips.
I believe in a universe where every God and Goddess
exist, each in their own heaven...
each in their own hell.
I believe in a universe where there are no gods or goddesses
only the relentless laws of matter, energy and gravity.
I believe in a universe where everything is mathematics.
I believe in a universe where everything is holy
I believe in a universe where everything in profane.
I believe in a universe where everything is a simulation.
I believe in a universe where everything is ****** in nature.
I believe in a universe where everything is stimulation.
I believe in a universe where the hoochie *******
is what its all about.
I believe in the universe.

I feel old sometimes.
My bones are falling apart,
and I am in chronic pain.
Some days even thinking about moving
is a struggle.
I'm so poor
If I ever reach poverty level
I'll be doing good.
Still life is precious.
I am not done yet.
I still want to see
how my story ends.

Is the Universe conscious?
Yes.
Why? How?
We are conscious aren't we?

You're not right.
But you love me.
Yes, but you're not right.
But you love me...

No one has any clothes on,
We're all naked.
That tailor lied to everybody.

Slow kisses
on the nape of your neck.
Now down your spine,
across the hollow of your back.
Sliding now between your cheeks
pausing only for the dark hole...
continuing on.
Parting your thighs...
AHHHH
the perfume
the taste...
you.

Love to the end.
Love to the
end.
Love...
to the end.
Love to
the end.
Love...

I would have loved you
until the end of days...
now there's a whole world missing
without you.
Forward eludes me.

I remember you
when you were me and I
looked out from your eyes.

In the low evening light
I reach for a bud
laying on my desk...
it flew away.

The cat slips by
a floorboard squeaks...
time moves at a glacial pace.
The pillow's hot with sweat,
midnight fears
and 2 am resentments.
Thoughts don't dance,
they stomp through my head
like some rowdy upstairs neighbor.
Dawn trickles through the window
weaving its ways between the curtains...
Now the eyelids get heavy.
Insomnia.

A house
without a mouse
is not a home.

There are times
words are called for
that do not exist...
to express emotions
too profound to speak.

Woman in all her glory...
after loving;
legs spread,
slowly dripping me.

Much to its annoyance,
darkness too
travels at the speed of light.

In deep unsettled dreams
past midnight,
a fear gnaws
at the edges of my heart...
The moon is the only lover
who's never turned away.

Life this time around
has had more than its share of loneliness...
what love I've made I found.
Still; in my eyes,
there is nothing
more beautiful and warm
than the love that shines in yours.

Light never runs from the shadows...
its more a graceful retreat.
But shadows scurry away like cockroaches
when any old light switch is flipped.

I don't want to ever not
wake up next to you...
to miss your warmth
touching mine.

I catch the scent of you
on my fingertips...
and gently smile.

Love like a ******,
its always the very first time.
Throw your soul into it
like you don't know...
like flowers in the snow.

Women don't have straight lines.
Their ways are oblique...
they dance the paths that weave.

Before the cold wind blows...
I want to walk with you
beneath an autumn moon,
and sit together
among the falling leaves.
I want to stand with you
in the setting sunlight,
and love you...
in the cool damp grass.

I remember days;
colored by certain
delightful chemicals,
Curled up
in a light filled bay window
curtained with lace,
hanging plants and crystals.
Lying on cushions piled high...
with steaming peppermint tea,
watching through wisps of incense
large, slow snowflakes fall.
Examining an old book,
its texture, gravity, flexibility
and smell
seemed as much a living thing
to me
as the black cat slithering up
onto my lap,
or her human
nibbling gently on my neck.

Enlightenment comes quietly
like a lovers gentle kiss
in twilights fading light.

She has a body
I could worship,
an *** I'd sacrifice to.

The old stories
never die.
A new baby will be found
in the rushes...
A fresh coal between the lips,
another soul
commanded read.
The stories will go on
in other forms
for other audiences
huddled
lost and lonely
around their
digital campfires.

That moment.
Opening a new book,
or a lovers first disrobing...
So like Christmas day.

Some people
are simply devoid of dreams,
and so hate the dreamer.

My lust for you is carnivorous...
you bring out the animal in me.
I want to drink your moisture;
wallow in your body,
my face bathed between your thighs.
Licking my chops at the thought of you...
I pounce.

We are free.
Forever and always free.
No one owns you;
no mortal or divine...
no government or religion.
Life is free...
its survival that costs everything.

One door closes,
another opens...
morning sunlight
spooks the shadows.

On the altar of our bed;
a passion so intimate,
we barely speak.

Cloudy...
the leaves turn golden.
Dark again.

We are little more
than the fevered dreams of atoms,
you and I.