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

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

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

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

Chasing fairies up the wall...
the cat
on Christmas night.

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

She was a universe all her own...
self contained, alone.
She needed no man (or woman)
to make her whole...
Then why does he make her cry?

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.

She was a delightful mix
of sweetness and insanity.
I'm not saying she was crazy,
rather
her acquaintance with reality
was a passing one.
She lived in her own little world
and if she liked you
she'd invite you in.
Her heart was pure,
her body less so.
She embraces the world...
and would you too
should she take
the fancy.

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

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

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

I have never been tempted
down the primrose path of reality.
In the back of an old wardrobe
is a lamp post in the woods...
along an ancient path
vaguely remembered.

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

The great planes roll past,
airport windows.
Their tall fantails
like the dorsal fins of giant orcas.

Go deep.
Dig deeper.
Deeper still.

That moment,
when the light in her eyes
becomes a fire.

We hang so much
on the desire for love.
Its too heavy a load
for any emotion
to carry.

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

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

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.

A house
without a mouse
is not a home.

You know the spot.
Where the flesh
curves downward, up
and in...
Yeah, right there.

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.

I have but a passing acquaintance
with normalcy.
Its a nod when we see each other on the streets
kind of thing.

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

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.

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.

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

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

The infinitesimally small
becomes the infinitely big.
The Universe seamless,
like a Mobius strip.

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.

As we age,
and with distance...
Memories become dreams
and later myths.

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

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

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

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

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

My lust for you is chronic,
a deep ache I cannot resist.
No ******* can express
What its like between your thighs.
The look, the feel, the smell, the taste...
Words fail me.
Here there be dragons.

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

The world *****
It's full of evil and violence…
The world is the most beautiful thing
We will ever experience.

Caught in a puddle of sunlight,
unable to move...
I sip my tea
and watch the moon.

Be whatever you dream yourself to be,
but be honest about it...
It's a Devil's wager.
The price of dreams are the dreams themselves.

Somewhere deep
in the chambers of my heart
is a space with your name on it,
and no one may enter
except you and I.

If there is a meeting later,
I want it to be
with you.

Her thoughts were on eternity
as she took me softly, warmly
between her thighs.
No goddess this
but a woman in her hour.

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

It's there.
Right underneath your feet.
Between the cells of your body
indeed between your atoms as well.
The Universe.

My favorite memory,
us lying there
still coupled...
At peace.

Pique my Interest.
Tickle my fancy. Lead me astray...
And, if you don't know how to do that,
here let me show you.