Fire
                                           Like Fire, I’m brave
                                                 Courageous
                                                 I have spark
                                                    Passion­
                                         Vigorous enthusiasm
                                                 But, like fire,
                                              I’m also irritable
                                    I destroy love, relationships,
                                          And I burn bridges
                                     I burst into sudden anger
                                                    Jealous­y
                                  Eruptions of past heartbreaks
                               But, unlike fire, I can be calm like

Air
                                                I’m carefree
                                                Kind-hea­rted
                                           Too easily trusting
                                            I’m independent
                                                 Optimistic
                                                   Diligent
                                        Light and free flowing
                                                 But, like air,
                                           I can be dishonest
                                                   Cunning
                                               Backstabbing
                                                Inco­nsistent
                              But, unlike air, I am forgiving like

Water
                                                I am devoted
                                                     Modest
                                                    Intuit­ive
                                                     Loving
                                               But, like water,
                                          I’m taken for granted
                                             Often over looked
                                                     Unstable
                                                   Unreliable
                                                      ­ Rigid
                                                        Laz­y
                                         Violent and moody
                             But, unlike water, I am humble like

Earth
                                              I am cautious
                                                Resistan­t
                                              Responsible
     ­                                              Sober
                                               Ambitious
                                               Respectful
                                                Punctu­al
                                            But, like Earth,
                                               I’m touchy
                                                  Timid
  ­                                              Scornful
          ­                        And periodically dormant

Parsley and thyme
Comb the earth with your fertile fingers
You tell me that you want to bloom
And fruit like the plants do

As grapes turn to wine
The idea ferments with the seasons
Lain on the willow boughs
Nothing but our breathing and the starlight

I'm gonna take you to the whisky springs
Barefoot walk in the summer
You whisper the sweetest things
This child will have water for its father
and earth as its mother
Plant me inside of you
We'll do it twice if you're eager
I love to hear you sing out my name
Feeling hotter than a fever in the night


https://soundcloud.com/dorian-m/whisky-springs

wind is my friend
blows my thoughts
into lines
like fish jumping for dragonflies
on a hot summer afternoon

rain is my lover
falls into me
in steady gentle drops
fills me till I am
about to burst

sun is my brother
warms my body
with orioles of ancient light
among dark shadows
struggling to maintain
their shapes

moon is my other
casts a spell
over the cricket’s song
the smell of honeysuckle
the silhouettes
of a silver world

wind goes on
to blow on other ones
rain gathers its clouds
and soaks someone else
sun goes down
into darkness
moon turns so wan
it hardly shows
between the stars

I do not take it personally

nature is
like that

* *

was it the wind
who told me the story
of men who rose high
and fell mightily?

was it the cloud
that cast its friendly shadow
   across the land
   against a singeing sun
and gently veiled
things not to be seen?

was it the sun
whose glare laid bare
the doings of the world
so starkly
that it hurt?

it was the rain
that softened hearts of stone
and made them sprout
new life
in arid times

it was the earth
that from her center
gently whispered forth
the word that spread
across the globe
and made us thrive

          * *

Little sea,
Cast me in waters most surrounding
And ring me in kaleidoscope of reef,
Gently waving me home, promising
Deep underwater lands.

Little star,
Guide me in my mission of light,
Turn me toward the green valleys,
The blood streams, the noble orchard
And fruitions of dream.

i smell the sulfur in my blood

as it drips from my fingernails

onto the ground -

iron returning to iron.  

sometimes i think i see

macroscopically

because faces aren’t faces

they’re eyes staring back at me.

i can’t bring myself to look

so i stare at the cracks of their hands -

broken palms moving back and forth

to words i don’t understand.  

i see the sky and think of the sea

and wonder if the clouds taste of salt -

but there’s a growing buzz

that sounds like vocal chords being

rubbed against one another

like the shriek of a violin,

so i cast my gaze to my own flesh.  

it is beige and soft and strange

and i just want to rip it off

and expand past the atmosphere -

leaving behind calcium and phosphorous.  

instead i continue to bite away at myself

and rain red.