Dedication struck me like embers
on the soles of fire walkers,
lightning sketching lines connecting
the constellation of heat lining
the horizon; not meant for me
in this lifetime, rest at ease.
Consternation accompanies loves,
following her around streets of
carmine colored cornertstones;
abrasion leaving skin and bones
strewn across the dining table,
the ground we tread so unstable.
Veneration swallows me whole
rendering me a defenseless soul
to discover power in vulnerability
and meditate on his philosophy;
high winds dispel frustrations,
pure simplicity of liberation.
Elation stays but briefly,
dismantling me completely
discarding crooked smiles
in alleyways, crawled for miles
just to get there,
redolence of honey in the air.

Focus falters
when you step, cacophony,
craters reflected in white waters
revealing stars, sky wanderers.
Seventy-two
degrees, oculus lost to sea,
crowned tops and fires anew,
agressions popping like corkscrews.
Pressed together,
tightly, hands against me,
salvation depends on whether
we can balance this feather.
Heavy heart's fortitude
determined to be free,
abstruse admiration ballyhooed,
green-eyed threats I elude.

Innocence escaping
like water drops condensing
on old stained windows, youths playing,
tracing faces posed to sing
tunes of birds ascending;
gravity is shifting,
all my hopes are sinking
falling up past cirrus clouds, consenting,
leave me with no marks showing
where we've been or what we're doing;
screaming, kicking, shouting,
enduring the grief of falling
on the other side, rictus radiating,
moonlit opals edifying
still most gratifying.

Voids of pure umber,
twins that wane and wax
flashes inducing thunder,
quakes 'til my knees collapse.
Osculation causing solar flares,
cerise hued crescents
strip away my cares,
steeped in evening's luminescence.
Deluges of jubilation,
a dream one could drown in, lucidity;
settled like stone in this ocean basin,
these breaths I give willingly.

Each nascent love life grants
grows more deeply,
much like roots reaching,
plummeting through stiff earth
unable to recant.
Wrinkles rougher and
affections ripened
much like years passing,
seeding the ground with pieces of me
I have lost.
Woven and nurtured
by the pudendum of time,
much like waters running,
carrying away the sorrows
of this industrial land.
This notion that burns
in me cannot be tamed
much like fires roaring,
bellowing smoke and sparks
to illuminate this once sullen sky.

Insides swelling, churning,
lovely gazes turning,
the fire climbs each story
until my top's off overflowing.
A kiss for me,
drop one in the quarter machine,
gum ***** bubbles floating
amidst this droll summer breeze, serene.
From way up here one cannot see
the woodland bees or the hemlock tree;
a lonely tune begins to play-
the winds sing of my sweet Gemini.
Now ashes fall in honor,
everything in me for offer,
violet skies whisper, "but...
we can't stay much longer."

A sliver of light appears,
an angel smiles sweetly
heaving air into my lungs,
expanding like ship sails.
The sun doesn't rise
without your lips tracing hills;
shoulder blades and spinal valleys
reflect bright rays.
Stomp on vital organs,
leave a print so I may follow,
to get lost would be the end,
the perfect wave to pull me under.