In slumber's garden, her blossom never sunlight caressing,
My heart, a violin without strings, my soul forever regretting, caesura

A whispered secret, meant for her hearing, now always hiding,
A lyric written without melody, my words forever faltering, caesura

Her sun-kissed strands, fingers trembling, face never revealing,
A piano's keys untouched, longing forever resounding, caesura

Her unshed tears, a sea, my arms empty, never comforting,
A hall deserted, it's quiet forever, sighing, caesura

Our bodies, scattered notes upon a score, never quite touching,
My songs, her deaf stars, never heard, forever yearning, caesura

Gaia's Soothing Haven, on life's edge, forever wondering
Our lost love, like petals, on life's threshold forever blooming, caesura

Needle poised, quiet stakes its claim—
groove’s canyon hums our throat’s refrain.
Hips align to revolutions’ frame,
stylus thirsts for our track unnamed.

Crackle swells like held-breath air,
pulsing bassline where silences pair.
Bridge unwinds—our bodies dare
to etch new music spinning there.

Stars shimmer in the predawn night
A mountain lake awaits, her cool waters beckoning

I quickly shed all my clothes
Feeling the chill of the air
But I don't shiver - I'm ready to dive in, to surrender to her

Dawn's early gray peaks at the horizon
I plunge into her cold embrace
The rush of the water invigorates me
A shallow dive, my wet cheeks greeting the morning air

Stars begin to fade
I start my stroke
Muscles warming, I kick like a spring frog
Water ebbs and flows through my body
Like a Bach Adagio, slow and serene

I brush my hip with my hand on each stroke
I feel wet skin
My skin
No suit

Pinks and purples, a sonnet of color, grace the sky
I roll over on my back, chest above the water
Cool breeze whispers over my *******
Water caressing my skin
Aware of this fleeting moment
This glorious sunrise never to be seen again

Morning sun chases away dawn's colors
I quicken my pace, feeling my shoulders ache
Mind starts to wander, blocking the pain

What if everyone could experience this swim?
Becoming one with nature
Comfortable living in their skin
No hate, no depression

Morning has arrived
As I reach the shore, legs wobbly and head spinning
I stand looking at the sky, feeling grateful to be alive
Memories of this swim, a treasure to cherish
I smile -I am a swimmer

My fingers vibrato, cello’s curve of your hip—
Her sighs answer, honest— a long slow bow.
Tuned flush swells— thumb dips,
Our love’s raw truth, adagio.

Ocean’s scent— bodies press,
breath syncs, a deep tremolo.
Our love’s pulsing truth confessed,
two strings rupturing— pianissimo.

Blinds become translucent, a veil lifts, reveals her secrets. I hover near—senses taste salt and sleep—caressing honeysuckle from last night’s vase. Its petals cling, damp with resolve.  

Freckles clustering, tracing her collarbone arcs: “the night we danced barefoot, summer’s rain.” Another, near the scar: “when the diagnosis came, and you held my hair back.”  

My mouth follows the bloom’s path, charting orbits. She shivers, laughs—sounding like tangled wind chimes. “I have no skills for flight,” I murmur against her spine, “or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself.”  

Her fingers discover mine, pressing the blossom’s ruin into our palms—sacraments of scars and summer rain

The room swells with scents of crushed green and confession. I count each freckle aloud—an almanac of survival—until the sun climbs higher, etching our shared legend into the day’s blank page.

The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
Your lashes flutter, closed against the light.
It drags you under, drowning you again.

My warm kisses trace your temple, all in vain,
To draw you back towards my voice, my sight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.

Your skin's own scent captures sorrow's subtle stain,
A warmth receding in the morning light.
It drags you under, drowning you again. 

I smooth your hair back, feel the skin's soft grain,
Your beauty, a shadow, dim as fading starlight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.

I hold you closer, though the fractures remain,
Your body present, spirit lost to white.
It drags you under, drowning you again.

I curl beside you, listening to the rain,
And breathe you in, preparing for the fight.
The black dog's whining starts inside your pain.
It drags you under, drowning you again.

She’s pretty—how much?
Soul-eater. Maybe? Giv’r a taste?
How much?

Prettier?
Maybe?
How much?

Perfect *******. *******. ***—implants?
I wanna! How much?

Maybe—just *******?
How much?

Faithful?
Divorce?
How much?

Perfection—too slow.
I’m late.
She’ll be ****** again.
Flowers—how much?

Golden rays paint the dawn, as a new day unfolds.
Hope blooms in my chest, tinged with a restless awe.
A sense of longing stirs, a whisper of what's to come.

To share a sunrise with one who understands,
To sense the earth's pulse beneath naked skin,
To feel the dew flow down my body, between my legs,
To awaken, body and soul, bathed in light.
The scent of damp earth fills my senses, my skin shimmers,
Melding with the dawn, I become one with the land.

A prayer on my lips, a silent plea: May she see the light within me, and meet it with her own.
The forest awakens, birds take flight, leaves rustle in the breeze.
In this sonnet of nature, I awaken my lonely soul.

Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.
I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.
A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete
She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.
She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.
She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.
The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.
On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.
The forest awakes—her fingers explore within.
I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.

On swimmer’s blocks—wet lycra stirs lioness primal lust.
The crowd drank in my form—a hushed gasp, then her ******.
I bared my pulse, then silence under her tusk.
I'm caged for all time by her thirst—for love, or just lust?

No sundial’s gnomon could cut this air before—  
the dial long-slept, moonlight glows, lines our palms,
its grip of frost, its calculus we tore,
until our spines aligned, unguarded—warm.

The gnomon’s scorn now bends to our skin’s dawn—
its frost-etched law undone by breath’s slow rise.
Our shadows fuse as Brahms unwinds the calm,
rewriting fate in tongues that flesh denies.  

The gnomon’s edge, once steeped in solar lies,
now bends to taste the salt along our throats,
its calculus of light a husk, takes flight—
a butterfly that drinks what dawns promote.

Let ruins chant the creed of numbered skies—
our pulse, a clock that dares to harmonize.

Spring's chill morning, bald eagle's wingspan wide,
Whistling wind through wings —- hushed secret sigh.
Her gaze, a steel talon, grips my soul inside,
Reminding me of ashes of oblivion, now soaring in time.
Love will lift us stronger, future clouds where we'll glide.

I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  
But roots that grip beneath love’s steadfast streams.

Your touch—a language no algo could define,  
Let our wild and free fingers each explore,
I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  

My body yearns for tides, not screen's pale shine—  
Not the mute glow where lost texts ignore,
Each match, a ghost that the void, forevermore—  
I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  
But roots that grip beneath love’s steadfast streams.

Without her, I am a lone wave cast adrift,
Where salted winds and whispers lure me more;
Her water, lost love, remains my soul’s true gift,
Recalling nights of bare skin, on earth-warmed, shore.

I sense her rhythm in the ocean’s score,
A chord of flesh and salty tears allure;
Her pulse, a tide that bids my soul restore,
In lustful waves where dreams and desires endure.

I, the lone wave, feel her touch in every surge,
Where breezes hum on dunes with whispered care;
Her love flows, andante, in rhythms we emerge,
A salt-kissed ballad breathed on coastal air.

Thus, in my depths, her water, a sonnet farewell,
Gaia’s Soothing Haven mourns love’s endless swell.

At dawn's first blush, where shadows softly sway,  
Upon this silent shore, my heart lays bare.  
The waves confess their secrets in the gray,  
Whispering your name within the morning air.

The sun ascends in streaks of gold and flame,  
Where once we walked, now only gulls take flight.  
Their fleeting traces washed away, no claim,  
Like echoes of your touch within the light.

As dawn dispels the lingering cloak of night,  
A tender beam of hope pierces my lone gaze.  
In this vast stretch, where solitude feels right,  
Your silhouette remains in dawn's embrace.

We’re vegan girls—her mom’s greasy meat,
you brushed my wrist and
heartburn,
your smirk said don’t you dare retreat,
I swallowed all shame and
my burn.

She sliced stinky pig with pearls and pride.
You licked your lips just
red wine,
beneath the cloth, our thighs unsatisfied—
her raw tofu, just wet—
all mine.

A single text from her, "I need to see you,"
Draws me through the night,
A moth to her flame, heart unsure.
Have I failed her somehow?
Love poured freely, space given wide,
Yet her desires, like wind, shift and hide.

Her apartment, a hushed, expectant space,
Save the flicker of candlelight,
And the distant splash of cleansing rite.
Nerves prickle, a hesitant, aroused pace
Leads me towards the bedroom's soft embrace.

Emerging from the bath, a goddess born,
Her skin aglow, in candlelight adorned.
Frozen, I stand, breath caught in my throat,
A fleeting moment, a precious note.
This fragile snowflake, unique and bright,
Etched forever in the memory's night.

Sensing my awe, she moves with feline grace,
Lioness eyes, a smile upon her face.
Gentle hands she erases all lingering fear,
Melting our souls, drawing us ever near.