I want to show you,
Everything, in this life,
that is beautiful.

Everything... Anything.

I want to collapse the breadth,
of star-speckled sky,
into something small enough,
that it blooms, eternally
from the palm, of your hand.

I want to chase you up
forested trails,
and down alpine valleys,
to see the simple,
awestruck expression
fill your eyes,
as Mother Earth,
beckons you.

Swaying, meditatively
with her fruity bunches,
of bountiful branches,
looming over sturdy shoulders,
and the tune, of avian choruses,
capturing your interest...
undivided.

I want to kiss you, through rain storms,
and caress you,
through ferocious, roaring blizzards...
and make love, to you
in front of flickering bonfires,
as apples release, from trees,
and plummet to their quiet rest.

If the atmosphere, was our canvas,
I would paint it, over
with scenic, splashy murals,
of me, and you.
Locked, into an endless loop,
of exploration, and ecstasy.

While the Earth, itself
shuddered breathlessly,
around our peaceful,
dreaming, hearts, beating
in a synchronized throb...

Our interwoven souls,
would go on,
dancing, divinely

through daylight,
and darkness.

...I dream...of a world,
with you,
that eclipses,
even the light,

of the sun.

Goddess:

you gleam,
in hand-painted fairy tails,

a pixie,
poised
in pirouette

playing peekaboo,
in your gilded, sunglow
petticoat.

A buttery beacon,
bashful,
beneath its breezy lace...
boustier.

Golden,
as the dreaming dawn;

you dazzle, these ...
jaded,
jubilant blue eyes, like a blazing deity
as your doublecloth curtains,

divide,
and dance,
upon a distant draft,

and, then sweetly...
slowly,

unfurl, to the floor,
in a creamy chiffon.

How long, how lost,
how

lonely
is the day?
The sun lies recumbent,
as I do:

languishing in cold storage,
perfectly preserved
in its hollow corner
of sky.

I'm
learning
that we're not unalike.

We burn, with equal intensity
and others, love best
to gaze at us,
from the furthest,
faraway plains.

I seem,
to bring naught,
but discomfort.
Wrapped in pain
like the fading aurora bloom,
of day,

I'm a solar-powered picana

so, please...




avert your eyes.

I'm roaring towards the sun,
in an aluminum bubble.

My spirit, lacks wings, to fly
but there's a spoiler,
fitted, to the silvery minivan's frame.

So, we drive down the day...
coldly harmonious,
as it glitters back,
in mild flashes.

Memory, is stagnant;
flecks of it shine, back, at me--
capsules, of captured thought,
suspended movement...

the world, itself, becomes gelatinous.

The park, where I almost--
the long-absent faces,
of growing boys, and girls,
concealing toothy monsters.
Unsung heroes, and wandering bards...

Freezing sidewalks,
slanting homes...

places I knew, so well;

they stand, still,
and appear to register
no change, and no difference.

Christ, with his pale, pinned arms,
and pain-stricken face,
gazes down, on all these sins

a placid totem,
on his marbled cross...

an overgrown snowdrop,
crying mildly,

into polluted grasses, below.

A sweet song, emits
from surrounding speakers
and it becomes tangled,
in its own chords.

It breaks, in my throat,
like tinted glass...

and suddenly,
my eyes, are full,
of flooding,
unshed tears.

Their sorrow, needles
at sore, spent cheeks.

The rain, which pinks, soft clay

is hard, and salted,
and as it beats down, onto my skin,

I can feel the sunlight working
its gentle,
tumble-dry magic,

and finessing them clean, again.

I turn my face, away
to stare out, silent,
through the unbroken window.

I'm sobbing, harder, now,
and I have no idea,
how I started...

or why,
it won't stop...

but still, the rain,
rolls down shaky gutters;
unrepentant,
and unrepressed.

The wild weeds, of the garden,
are well-fed, indeed

yet overwatered,
beneath leaky clouds,

and graying seams.

Do you know, what's it like?
To run, until the tendons,
in your legs,
crimp,
like accordion bellows,
held, in the grip,
of a vice?

...Do you know, what it's like?

When they smell the fear, from within...
which adheres, to your skin,
as it turns, to fright?

...Do you know, what it's like?

Not even seconds, to hide?
With the asbestos walls, exploding...
your lungs, go off, like a bomb,
and thrumming

But the headlights,

they just keep on coming?

...Do you know, what it's like?

But you can't stop running, oh, hell no,

Though the acid,
drips,
down the back,
of your throat.
And the panic,
sticks,
to your soul,
like Velcro...

But you try...

...Do you know, what it's like?

And do you even want,
or need, to survive it?

When your fatigue,
only gets them excited?

When the kick and blur,
of your legs,
and curves,
only registers,
as enticement?

Do you know, what it's like?

Here comes the headlights
around the bend,
again,
and it's do,
or die.

Do you think you could fight?

You can't look, at the trunk,
or you'll end up inside, it.
It's fight,
or you're ******,
but what if they... have,
a gun,
or a knife?

...Do you know...what it's like...?

...There is no element, in existence,
equal, to me,
with the force,
and polarity, of you.

Take me...take me, further in.

I will not,
I could not...ever, resist you.

My will, is hammered carbon;
yet, this contract, of the soul...
it is ironclad.
Draw me,
into the tensity,
of your unbroken field.

Does your ghost, hover
like magnetite,
at the northernmost point,
of its own compass needle?

Does your shadow, dwell
in its arrowhead shape?
Does your heart, steel,
its directional pull?

I cannot pass you by,
but to be drawn,
into the divine gravity,
of your embrace.

Sweet...so sweetly,
do you hold fast, to me.

My lips, shudder,

tremulous,
with an irrepressible urge

to glue themselves
to the nectarine sweetness,
of sunbaked flesh.

Take me...take me, further in.

Leech me, of resistance.
Break me, of my defenses.
Shatter this separation,
that pulses fiercely, between us,

and pin me, to the core, of you.
Keep me, always...
yours, alone;
yours forever...

and worlds, may end,
castles, may rubble.
Entire civilizations,
may fall, to ancient ash,

Before these lips,
could ever dream,
of leaving, you.

...Open your eyes, to me.

I want to spiral, around you,
beyond the dark, infinite wall.
I want to transcend, your physical;
to lure you on, and away
into a purple field, of Freyja's daisies
with nimble, metaphysical fingers--
beckoning beyond,
the starry curtain,
of crystalline dreams.

Will you let my arms,
circle your Roman neck,
like verdant vines
and pull you further, in?

Can you feel my smile,
sun the slant,
of your beloved cheek,
and can you photosynthesize
into new life, with me
even as you re-seed, in darkness?

I want to whisper,
sweet words:
devotion, and desire
into the well, of your ear...
until they roar, and pound
with the sacred force,
of white rapids...

swollen to riptides,
in the conch shell,
of your churning mind.

I want to weave, around your flesh
and speak, a love spell
into your shifting, Lycan eyes.
An incantation, that plays,
with the blue ghost, of your flame,
and ignites, the candle of your soul,
on its breathy sighs...

...melodic tones.

There is no heart,
quite like yours.
It pulses, beneath my hand,
like drums, of war.
Gladiator...

take me, to your Colosseum.

I want to wander
the upper echelon,
of its throbbing chambers.
I want to feel you ache, for me
in your left ventricle...
soft, warm flesh,
perfectly preserved, in golden amber.

I want to gaze,
into the blinding sun,
until my eyes, tear...
closer to heaven,
than ever I've been.  

Darling, what do you see,
when you look at me?
Salvation,
or ruin?
Vikingr longships...

or Valhalla...?

I pray...that one day...
you will take my soft hand,
into the Titan strength, of yours,
and not perceive it,
as an instrument
in the ruin, and wreckage, of you.

I ardently pray, that, one day...
you'll come, to bathe
in the Baltic blue, of my eyes...

and never fear, again,
that they could drown you.











...Let me take you...home.

How can I unmake indignant hands,
rolled, into fists?
If I kiss the fingers, will they unfold,
like celestial doors,
and beckon me in?
If I traverse your lifeline,
with softened eyes, and lips,
will we time skip,
Into a time, and place,
that's better, than this?

Even in thunder,
you dwell
at the center, of me.

I wonder,
would you melt...
with my hand, on your cheek.

I crave you...
like a dry lakebed, thirsts
to be quenched
with a deluge, of rainwater.
I long, to hear your laughter, sing,
through my screen
like droplets of rain,
on a tin rooftop.
I pray, to feel the ripples, of you
run up and down,
the contours of my body,
like crashing waves,
as we rock, and writhe, in shared ecstasy.

I think, of you:
my darling...

dearest you,

and picture your face,
glowing, like a halogen lamp,
beneath mine...eclipsing the sunlight
as your hands, move,
like currents, while you swim with me.

Your eyes, are reflecting mirrors
bright pools, that I can see myself drowning in,
and liking it, as I struggle to breathe,
and asphyxiate
as you circle, around me.

I wish you could touch my smile,
and feel it transfer,
to your own face.
I wish you would pull me tighter against you,
and wear me, around,
like your favorite sweater.

I wish I could just hold you,
until the thunder stops,
until the lightning, in your head,
ceases, flashing
its alarum blue...

until we are pulled out of orbit, together
and splashed, like paint
across the blankest,
brightest,
canvas

of stars.

"She left the city as a girl
And returned a woman
In the same shoes
On the same night.
A face in the darkness;
The reaper glimpsed
At journey's end.
He straddles the bridge
Between tonight and tomorrow--
He's a revolver with
One bullet missing
From the chamber;
He's the Wheel of Fortune
With its terms unwritten;
He's an unsigned DNR notice.
He's the end of the line."

...Now, here, I stand,
miles ahead,
on disconnecting tracks,
a once-raging fire,
slowly fading,
to a silver smoke...

Wondering,
...where did you go?

Have your own wolfish eyes,
peered into glassy irises
that even, in the silences,

reminded you,
of mine?

What existed, in me
that you let me, survive?

Mister, oh, please, let,
me in on your secret...
and tell me, now, do you regret ...

how you kept me... alive...?