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

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

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.

Sometimes
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
the one
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
are your
welcoming eyes.

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

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your eyes...
pools of brown drawing me in.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your lips...
moist, hungry, demanding.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your *******...
soft pillows comforting me.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of our ***...
how nice it feels inside you.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of home...
where I need to be.

There is sorrow
at the heart of the world,
beautiful and precious.
Rooted in transience,
it whispers why... why...
now slipping by.

There is darkness
in the soul of man,
cold, cruel and blind.
Rooted in fear,
it whispers lies and shadows
ignoring the heart.

There is light
at the root of all things,
brilliant, radiant and true.
Centered in love,
it shouts out now...
now is all there is.

Who
besides you
am I but an echo of?

Who
besides you
is the source of my soul?

Who
besides you
holds my heart in your hand?

Who
besides you
is behind the stars?

Who
besides you
is the source of all life?

Who
Besides you
is love?

Whom
I pray
are you?

We were dead matter
for so very long
its a pleasure just
to wiggle ones toes in the sand.

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.

I love the light of winter days...
shadows are never so crisp,
and the sunlight... sharp and relentless
refuses to warm.

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

A cloud of gulls passed over Back Bay
this morning.
Nothing unusual.
Riding the wind they resembled a tornado
the way they wheeled and spiraled;
out above the brown grass and driftwood
sticking out of the snow,
tidal flats
and shimmering pools.
               *
Sixteen Canadian Geese
stopped by for lunch today
on their way home from winter vacation.
Nothing much to say
but when they left,
Oh…my!
              *
The sun blasted my window this morning
at 6:30 am.
Zero to twenty the radio said.
Cold.
A fine day for walking and thinking;
waiting and hoping
for something to happen,
a reason to get excited.

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.

The pride of the north
Yankee lasses;
Oh… those New England girls can love.
They’re not too prim and proper
for lust and lechery;
they learn their skills and ply them too
on dark, cold winter nights.
They’ll keep you going and keep you warm,
make coming in from the cold
all that much more...
delightful.

Summer’s gone;
the leaves,
brown memories on the ground.
The southbound sun
cast shadows at mid-day,
later amber hues.
Winter Solstice, snow and pine
the ****** gives forth a child.
Air so crisp it bites
like an apple,
snow beneath the foot.
Orange light ascending off a building;
transfiguration,
day slipping into night.
A snow covered tree,
it’s Christmas lights
shedding pockets of color onto white.
Deep in the blanketed woods
the animals know nothing of Jesus
but feel the nadir of the year.
Our acts behind us
potential ahead;
so lovely this garden,
without apple
or eve.

19 Dec. 1989

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.

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.

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.

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