Wave
after wave
Of chilly fresh air
Washes over me,
Slathering me
Smothering me
In your intoxicating natural perfume,
Wafting in from the door you just waltzed through.
Confident,
Assured,
You silently entice me;
Quietly luring me into the spider's web
To devour me mercilessly ,
A wiling sacrifice to the hedonist gods.
Wrapped in your firm embrace,
I melt,
Overcome with the sensations of ecstasy and elation,
As your warm fingers wind through my hair,
Pulling -
tugging-
Bending me to the passions of the moment,
Where I exhale my simple reality,
And sink deeper into the fantasy that you lend me;
A dark and sumptuous world
Full
Of bare skin glistening in moonlight-
Writhing,
And shining
In our our titanic efforts to go to new places,
To attain new highs.
Melding-
We drink in the sultry air
As if it were the wine of the heavens,
Each breath,
a prayer to a distant god
Each sigh,
an escaping gasp of praise to the distant stars,
Bestowing their blessing upon our arching forms.
A place of exquisite torture
Where we waver in wanton abandon,
Unaware of
And without care for
the fleeting worlds around us.
We exist,
In bliss,
In utter ecstatic pleasure,
Making monuments meant to be remembered
And worshipped;
And as our sweet comedown lays us prone,
Gasping
Struggling to make sense of the sensual chaos
That just ensued
With blank minds that threaten to shut down all together
My fingers hold yours,
Locked in
And intertwined with a strong link-
Like a life raft
To carry me over
these waves of bliss.

How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.

Molly came to school when I was fourteen
but she was years older, appearing as a beautiful traveller
who'd circled the globe and made friends with everybody.

She was always the popular one, but one I never got to know,
because my sister at thirty-five told me that she had killed a man
once or twice.

The kids I knew found this hard to believe, as Molly got to know them all.
She'd hang out with them after school, and was always there,
waiting to widen her circle.
Molly never lost her charm,
and she stole the hearts of boys I loved.
She opened their eyes to a world I could not show them,
she drank their blood on Friday nights.
Every boy I'd meet would have a story to tell,
her name dropped like an atom bomb into conversation.

They'd all met her.
They all knew her.

They met her at nightclubs,
and stopped caring about how **** the music sounded
They met her on their holidays ,
and tasted her before the alcohol wore off
They met her at festivals,
where she'd creep into their tents before the main stage lit up

I wonder maybe one day will we be friends
Instead of resenting each other
because she's killed a man
more than once or twice

The moon undresses you, little bird,
Your eyes are indigo skies without stars,
Your breath is summer grass after shower.
How you hold your arms before the night,
A lance of milky sheen and flailing bliss,
Your arms arrest as they softly surrender
And your ******* overflow in moist shores
Of white sand and shells, little ears to kiss,
I am drowning in your curves on the waves
From the sea, delirious with eye of moon,
Drunk with wild ocean as it consumes me,
Your hair is new grassland to run through,
Windy as a child breaking for the beach,
I latch my fingers to yours like driftwood
Tangled in kelp, the salt we share, steeps,
Is **** and deep and our lips are shucked
Oysters, blind, iridescent, sliding with eyes
Into the famished throat of ***** heavens.

We walk through a garden in the evening sun.
We joke, we laugh, our thoughts are one
As we find a spot near a softwood tree
With bright flowers, cool shadows, alone, you and me.

We sit, we recline, your hand in mine
Your head on my shoulder, a feeling sublime.
We talk for a while and then we play,
We tease and touch in our special way.

The day surrenders to twilight then night,
The cool blue moon is now our delight.
This timeless wonder in a lovers’ sky
Compels our gaze to each other’s eyes.
Its magic transfigures your eyes into pools
Mysterious, haunting, inviting and cool
While mine are ablaze with passion’s fire.
We are trapped! Moon’s magic is now our desire.

Your hair glistens in this lovers’ light.
What was sunset gold in my earlier sight
Is a silver-sphered halo, angelic and bright.

A dark silhouette with comforting arms
I embrace you and kiss you and drink-in your charms.
Lips that smiled laughed and called
Are ambrosia, THE NECTAR, the gods are awed!
Kissing, tenderly, we kindle love’s fire,
A gentle caress heats our desire.
In our close embrace, the promise of day
We’ll fulfill this night in love’s ancient way.

Our kisses become longer and heaped with passion!
To hell with reason! To hell with ration!
We heed love’s call, love sets us free
And we unite...in splendour! To love’s ultimate degree
We blush, we smile, we sigh so deep,
We sing...love’s soft song as its joy we reap.
We rapturously explore with all we possess
To assure each other that all is expressed.

Our souls are in ecstasy! So deep, so endearing
Our kisses; so sweet, so pure our singing.

We whisper our name to each other’s ear
Softly, earnestly, so our hearts may hear.
At last, love’s longing is finally relieved,
At last, love’s dream is blissfully achieved.

We’ve paid the supreme compliment for our caring
With an act of love...the most intimate sharing.