Axis tilt
pendulum plunged
plane upheaved
when wane has won.

Incarnation cleansed
as lovers spill
trajected dreams
of somedays still.

Teetered fulcrum
down to slide
when tomorrows dim
forboding good-bye.

No more whens
just glazed memories
only binds left
connecting you through me.

A spell-cast lure
from hedonic
gypsy's shore
lewdly hitched
my witch-leery
blooded soil.

Tapestric flame
shrouded by emerald
jaspered slits
slaved the dark
mystic marked and
unthrottled the
unreasoned quest.

The emanation desired
a drunken dizzy
thirst to levy and lap
her cauldron's want
prelude to dissolved
barriers.

Staggered I succumbed
simmered, stirred
surrendered into her
cask filled mix
potion pured
forever now sworn
to the gypsied witch.

Letters and words
clacked on a screen
solo ammunition
at battle's wane.
The struggle unsettled
begged to rework
renewed offensive to
conquer hearts
and recapture minds?
Or tap-clack in the rounds
desultory rain
preluded surrender
the darkened reversal
of fortune's invasion.
Accept the armistice
and let you
love in peace.

In a previous life
the one leased before this
I was burned
in the Cocoanut fire.

To the nines
in a silky red-ruby dress
awaiting
revelry in the Grove
flirting the
crowds until
intimacy acquired
escaped into the
Melody Lounge.

That precycled scene
one autumn night
sleeps dormant
this life
unless
kindled by the smell
of acrid sulfer-ized air
or the sight of pitch
unexpected.

Then to re-live
transiently re-feel
flame poured fronds
from Melody's ceiling
char blacking my arm
blister gaped
as a thousand
racking wails
torment  me.

Too late to flee
stone hypnotized watching
the creeping black
consume my extremities
I stared immobile
immolation complete.
Burned in the Cocoanut fire.

Her savory eyes
seeping through
blink proof
portraits
on my screen
awakens
the frenzy
again....

Our rails embarked
on differing rolls
cast about to
meander through
questionless hovels
weigh-station trials and
points compulsatory
yet gaining steam for
longed assignation
coupling cars on
single track
someday.

The tick tick clack
of each mile
count was to bring
the exodus nearer
to terminal
wrestling the locomotive
to our will
the whishing
as stale air parted
more rapidly to
our rendezvous junction
someday.

Engineer engaged
pauses points
****-water halts to
re-fuel re-fresh
re-new re-track
and the miles
tick tick clack
and the tramped
porters too late to see
that each mile passed
was one mile less
for someday.

A ruddy glint
dulled scarcely less
than the neighboring
pebbles crowding it,
an opaque stone
caught my heart
on a well worn
graveled trail.

I stooped and scooped
and meditating
it's passive allure,
slipped it sure
into my pocket
and continued
my life's new way.

I've harbored
for years that
no precious gem
and occasionally
buff the smooth
hard between my
aged fingers.

Revered not, that rock,
for it's bland pose
but rather as a hint
in my once hardened
head that a
true dream girl's
love has brightened
my vision painting now
every season's pallet.

Find a dream one too
who'll imbue in you
to glimpse awakening
beauty found
love in stones.