I chisel words
from the spaces round my heart,
giving shape to longing and desire.
Touch me I whisper, then cringe
fearing, yet not afraid
of that exquisite torture,
merging into one.
Tell me who you are,
I will show you my wounds
if you’ll show me yours.
Stigmata,
the holy cross of love,
hanging on the crucible of self.
I’m tempted sometimes by the void,
to step off into the silence.
It doesn’t take much,
no angst, loneliness,
despair or pain,
just a good day to die.

Ever walk a birch wood
at autumn's peak;
on a dark gray, overcast day?
Their leaves are so yellow,
gold and bright
it’s like walking through
captured sunlight.

Spring’s beautiful down south
but brash and sudden.
Up north she tiptoes up
and peeks through the window
then timidly taps on the door to see if she’s welcome
(still easily intimidated by winter)
before settling down for a spell.
When spring arrives in Maine
we cautiously peel off our outer garments
like the petals of an artichoke braised and well seasoned
savoring each discarded layer
until we reach the delicious, tender heart
and discover once more
we’re not just a pile of animate clothes
but bodies,
sensuous, delectable, playful bodies
full of trembles, shudders and precious sighs.
Down south
it’s jackets to tee shirts overnight;
no luscious dropping of winter clothes
one by one
into seductive piles on the floor,
no ******* gasp
as the first warm breeze gently caresses bare skin,
scarce any renewal.
But then,
subtlety has never been
a southern trait.

Oh God,
what have we done to this world
and our souls?
Show us your hand;
let your love,
your mercy
rain down upon us.
Please O Lord:
I beg you,
peace.

How can heaven
be home for us now
when our hearth’s ashes are cold?
Stoke the fire and fix a meal,
the stranger at our door
holds our hearts in his hand.

I feel you
laying close beside me;
flesh to flesh,
our heat like arms entwined.
I breath out
and you breath in.
You breath out
and I inhale.
Two hearts beating
beat to beat.
I in you
and you surrounding;
this is what
the living's for,
only love
and nothing more.

Way down south

past the *******;

through the short curly hairs,


secure under her hood,
lives the nun.
And when she's coaxed

just the right way
you moan and dance.

I lap up your wetness
like a kitten its milk.
I wash my face with your moisture,
you wiggle and moan.

You swallow me whole,
like some carny performer.
Emptied, I sigh,
You lick your lips and grin.

She slowly bites
into a ripe
summer peach.
I watch its nectar run
over the chin;
and down her neck,
disappearing
between her *******.
I stifle a gasp
and bite
my lip.

Venus was shining
so bright and beautiful
this morning,
she reminded me of you.

With stars in your hair,
and moonlight on your face;
lady of the solstice,
cast your spell.

Neither a late autumn moon
Nor stars blazing winter bright...
Not even flowers in the snow
have anything on you.

Entranced
like a moth and its flame
I circle round…
you, Venus and I the moon.

Under the ivory light
of a full amber moon;
your *******,
rose and white,
never looked so inviting.
The half moon reminds me
of their shape.
My kisses like fairies
dance between them;
skin tingles,
you writhe.
The crescent moon reminds me
of slowly drooping eyes
as I fall asleep
on the pillow of your *******,
purring happy
contented sighs.

Fresh as a warm, ripe tomato
right off the vine.
Juicy and sweet
your kisses.

After love
the only wet spot on the bed
is from my tears.

After love
there is an empty place
in my hand.

After love
there's a hole in the heart
my soul bleeds through.

After love
the ache,
the ache.

Gently, slowly
fingers trace the spine.
Soft hair drapes down...
goosebumps.

Your dress cascades
down your body
like a waterfall.

You invite me in,
I fall into your arms
like waters cascading.

Your dress
like a puddle of color
reflects our passion.

Written on the flesh
soft to the touch.
Gentle fingers tracing
I love you
on your thigh.

The rain taps against the window
an old soft shoe.
The air rich
with the damp earth smell of spring.
Street lights are fractured
by droplets on the glass.
I take a sip of wine
and think of you.

There was that camping trip
I watched you dance naked with the moonlight.
You were so full of life,
and a joy to be with.
Rain woke us up pattering against the tent,
I don't think we got dressed at all that day.
We stayed in each others arms
and fell in love that weekend.

A warm June morning
of drizzling spring showers.
As you slept, I went out
and stole flowers from the parks.
Lilac's purple and white; Tulips and Daffodils,
filled the house when you opened your eyes.
As we said our vows
the rain gently offered applause.

Ten years on
a cold bitter rain of winter falls.
I beg you to stay,
to give us one more chance.
I walked alone for the first time in years,
grim and soaked.
I'd left the umbrella behind
along with my heart and pride.

October rain runs like tears down my window,
the phone rings, I answer.
An old friend informs me that you are gone
tears like rain run down my face.
I don't know what to say...
I loved you, I held you, our bodies joined as one.
I cannot imagine the world without you
even if you were no longer mine.

Now many years on
I am long past young.
Still the rain falls down
and whispers memories to me.
I finish the wine, put on my coat
and walk out into the night.
Rain and spring like love renew,
rain fall down and cleanse my soul.

Never cared too much for fame...
my ego isn't that big.

The idea of wealth is okay...
but simple comfort will do.

I've had lots of partners but...
*** is nothing without love.

Power itself is meaningless...
peace matters more.

Things are nice but...
I have more than I need.

Success is in the living...
not in playing the game.

All I have ever wanted is you...
and I am already yours.

Silence is a poem unspoken,
a song unsung.
Like a passionate groping
with the inexpressible.
Like a lover not taken when offered,
preferring to hold instead.
Let’s not tease the moth
with flame tonight;
but in your arms hold me,
my head resting on your breast.
Let our unacted passion
like a poem unspoken
speak for us until the dawn.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
when she wants him;
longing for his touch,
her body
aching with desire.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
in her rapture;
lost in the moment,
her body filled,
her body surrounding.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
full of regret and recrimination;
of dreams unfulfilled,
hopes aborted
never born.

There are looks
and there are looks
but no matter how hard we try;
how tight we press the flesh together,
two souls joining becoming one
is just a fleeting dream.

If the rest of you
tastes as fine as your kisses...
I am in for a feast.

There's an empty place at the table
in front of an vacant chair.
There's extra place on the couch
right beside mine.
There are plates and cups that have no use
and my closet has more room.
there are too many pillows
on the bed
and the house seems to echo
when I walk.
You are gone,
I'm missing you.

Dreams of you haunt my nights;
they seem more alive than I am.
I'm so lost and confused;
I feel something beside me,
it smells just like you.
Sleepy;
I put my arm around it,
ready for your loving.
I wake in tears though,
it's just your pillow.
You are gone,
I'm missing you.

There's a hollow place
inside me...
but I don't know where.
My hand is empty
when I walk,
and there is a space
in the crook of my arm
shaped just like you.
My life feels lifeless
with only me in it.
You are gone,
I'm missing you.

When my eyes shut
for the last time...
when darkness or the light
I will soon know or see.
I hope your face
will be there
for me.

She flows like a river when I love her,
a true Mississippi of passion.
She moans like the wind in her rapture,
and shudders like trees in a squall.
She flushes like the sky at sunrise,
and sighs like the moon as she sets.
I need no God in the heavens,
nor Goddess Mother Earth,
I have my lover and in her,
all the songs of creation are sung.

I dreamt of you last night.
I was following
the railroad tracks
into town.
But it was different,
run down, dilapidated
abandoned.
I wandered into a shop
and there you were
behind the counter.
We hugged.
I told you
that I had always loved you.
We walked back down
the railroad tracks
into dreams.

The gravity of your *******
hypnotize me.
I am enraptured.

Your buns
so nice and firm
look good enough to eat.
You giggle.
I spread your cheeks
and admire the view.
You know what I want to do.
Gently;
you whisper,
gently.

16 March 2010

I dare not offer you
a chaste poem
full of lofty platitudes
proclaiming
a more spiritual love.
To do so
would give lie
to my desire.

You will live so long as my heart beats
etched upon my flesh.
I’ll hold you close in memories ruin;
until the light fades,
flickering from my eyes.

I catch scent of you
on my pillows...
I taste you
on my fingers.
Your body
etched upon my body,
your sighs still
echo round the room.
It had been so long
I had forgotten how it felt
to be with another...
touching and touched.
Now I  hold you close
in future memories,
until we meet again
laying side by side.

More humid
than sin on a Saturday
night...
your loving.

This morning’s dawn
had a hint; a tease,
like barely touching lips
of autumn to the air.
It tickled the skin
like a cool breeze
on warm inner thighs;
or the goose bumps
on *******,
at first caress.
The grass was damp
like the commingled glistening dew
of lover’s passion spent.
I love the fall
from grace from summer
to the meditation
at season’s end.
I wait the blushing trees
like my lover’s first unveiling
before the bold nakedness
of November’s knowing wind.
I thought of you this morning
as I walked
into the day.

I knead dough
like I need your body...
soft and pliable
beneath the hand,
like my flesh
to your touch.

Your eyes lowered
look bashfully
at me...
My eyes amazed
at your beauty,
trying to find
words to say.

Your eyes full of longing
whisper take me
I'm yours...
My eyes hungry
explore your body
wondering
just where to begin.

Your eyes happy
sleepy
sigh hold me...
my eyes sated;
drooping,
close as I pull
you to me.

You have branded my soul with kisses.
I could no more forget you
than I could to breathe.

Visible only to me,
I trace the tattoo of your lips
upon my skin.

Do you remember that hot summer night
we went out collecting
Fireflies by moonlight?
In a Mason jar, hundreds, maybe dozens
flashing, shining, searching for a mate.  
Afterward we made love
by their living candle light.
Even now, many years gone
I remember your body
like a long lost home.
The hotter our passion, the more they shined;
burning themselves out
in our rapture.
By morning they were dead;
a Mason jar of empty things,
like memories lesson for us now.

You welcome me
with your arms.
Open legs
allow me in.

You feel like
a long lost home.
When I'm with you
I know who I am.

Wear out my body
love me till I am ruined flesh...
milk me dry.
Our souls merging,
together as one.

I taste you with my eyes
savoring your curves.
I drink the scent of your hair
in deep draughts swallowing hard.
I breathe your breath
like a cool, refreshing breeze.
I sop up your sighs
with the bread of my body.
Carnivore,
I offer you my throat.
Devour my heart
pounding in your mouth.
Drink me
until I’m lost within you.
Eat my saltiness
rolling round the tip of your tongue.
My soul, my song, my feast, my desire;
I am yours,
stake your claim at my table.

You are safe.
I am not
those men... I am
this man.
I could get used to you
in my life...
and follow your path
to see when it leads,
even unto
the end of days.
We,
you and me
deserve more
time.

So, it came to pass in those days
the last of the wild things crept
into their dens, caves, nests and burrows,
and passed from the knowledge of man.
The fish stopped swimming
and the birds...stopped flying,
the flowers stopped blooming
and man noticed not.
In those days,
the sea died
and the land became sterile
except for the places kept alive by force.
And all that remained living,
was suffered to exist
in order to feed,
clothe
or amuse mankind.
Their abodes spread like a blight
across the surface of the earth
and the light from their habitations
blotted out the stars
but no one looked skywards.
And in those days,
God bowed his head and disowned his creation
but man ignored his orphanage.
There was nothing left divine,
just profits and loss
and everything had a price
but nothing value.

Then one night a freak accident happened
the lights went out
and the stars appeared.
Great men ran in the streets
weeping in fear at the unknown sky.
They were certain that the end had come.
Slack jawed they stood there staring,
until they realized
that their all powerful machines had fallen silent
and the world was quiet.
No breeze caressed their cheek.
No wind rustled through the trees
for there were no trees,
and no birds sang,
not even a funeral dirge.
There were no ripples on the pond
or waves upon the sea,
just the silence of the dead.
And in that time, man understood
what he had done
and understood he was alone.
He hung his head to cry
and none were there to sympathize.
His heart ached at the knowledge of his fate.
So it came to pass in those days
that the ***** of man failed and lust died.
And mankind, shamed before his own eyes
bowed his head and walked into the void
unmourned.

Pale light shimmering
through summer's trees
onto damp grass.
Dawn after the rain.

I could never say I loved you,
we were too distant for that...
still, I did.
You weren't an easy man
to be close to...and I yearned
for that connection.

I saw you cry once,
out of illness and fear...
I went to hug you,
but you stiffened...
I could not comfort you,
that hurt yet I understood.

You were a hard man...
any illusions about that died long ago.
You were a bigot
and you cheated on my mother.
You were rarely there for me
except when you were.

Father...
I longed for something more...
a bonding man to man.
That never happened;
still I love you, I cannot help it,
you made me who I am.

There is but one God
the paths to Its door are many.
There is but one people...
one race...the human race.
There is but one planet
we all share.
Nations are a lie...
there are no borders
seen from space.
These are fundamental realities.

We spread hate...
its what we receive.
Pollute our home...
and we poison ourselves.
Dividing the world
into ever smaller pieces
does nothing but impoverish
us all.
The night sky
belongs to no one.

The seas are not mine
nor the Earth a possession.
Life and love we all share.
God is infinite,
no religion can claim.
Division is a lie.
There is a oneness
at the heart of creation,
so profound no words
can express.

I am thankful for the parents
who sparked my life...
and grateful they gave me up.
I'm happy for the people who adopted me,
and who they were.
I'm blessed that they taught me
a love for reading,
and encouraged my interests.
They never denied or belittled
a single one.

I am honored that the bullies at school
targeted me for their hostility.
They taught me
tolerance and compassion.
As for the teachers
who took me by the hand
and gave me the tools to think for myself...
thank you.
Now for the girl who took my virginity,
a smile and a kiss.

For the drill instructor
who yelled himself hoarse at me...
he gave me forbearance.
As for my shipmates,
they taught me how to work with others,
and made me strong.
Thanks to the girls
in the waterfront bars
who kept me warm at night,
they taught me passion.

To my late wife...what can I say?
You gave me the gift of your love
and the freedom to return it tenfold.
You made a man of me.
I'm proud I loved you
and that it was no other.
To my step kids...
to hell with the step;
I raised you as much as your dad did,
and I am honored to have done so.

To all of those who've touched my life
both good and bad;
you are part of me now...
until my life,
dissipates with a sigh.
Each one of you has shaped
and molded me into who I am.
I couldn't be me now
without every one of you...
thank you.

There are no prayers
for the easy passage
of a life.

There is no sound as deafening
as the stillness
of a heart.

There's no spark
that can relight the fire
in your eyes.

Haunted by haiku;
I can never get the syllables right,
or the pattern dreamy.

Emotions wrack our bodies;
thunderstorms of feeling,
leaving us naked and breathless.

There are but two paths,
expose ourselves to that whirlwind
the other, close off our hearts.

One is the embrace of life,
the other its denial...
one living, the other a living death.

Which to chose is up to you
but me I'll accept the pain,
and joy of being alive.

Bury me deep
in the pillow of your sighs...
soft as clouds in a summer sky.

Every time we argue

you're wrong...

and I'm always right.

You don't cook like mama did,

and you can’t keep house.

As for ***,
you can't ****
 worth ****.



I never do anything wrong...

and I know what I'm talking about.

I don't need to know how to cook or clean

that's what women are for.

And as for ***...I'm the best you ever had.

Don't give me that hurt look,

or threaten to leave.



Its so quiet around here

these days...

I'm getting hungry

and the house is *****.

I've got to ******* to get off

but hey...

I won.