her serenading song
echoes out of Africa

bound for the supermassive singularity
that stabilizes our hearthfire galaxy

a hungry-hearted vision quest
embarked upon

midnight whispers
shared

like satin laces untied
and falling

bare human skin
delicately balanced upon
the sturdiness of geology

entangled quantum edges
caressed with the bullet hole
magnificence

cosmic boasting
of fingertips touching

entropy quelled
in the electromagnetism
of the inherent silkiness
of touch and release

epic cycles of common sense
disregarded

pretty alien machine eyes
stalking prey

in the full light
of a ferocious star

the transparent
kiss of new beginnings

fogging scintillating
soul-windows

until we emerge
crescendoed with stolen breath

splattered into giddy blots
of abstract art

the mystery of love
throttling unrepentantly
in the ******* half darkness

yet in truth I have only
the weakness of haphazard humanity
itching between my toes

so I bow deeply to
the magic of you
which somehow still

splashes us both
with liquid nitrogen embraces
that writhe ecstatically
against the cruelly delineated
boundaries of time's arrow

shattering us into slowness personified
time's children caught mid-air

reveling in the blessing
of their twin heavy stares

oh sky top diamond spark shimmer
how do you fuel love's infinite body ballet?

here I hear the heavens speaking
with mouthfuls of desire
that are somehow not desire

and if only I had more than words for you
brutally carved from the quivering lips

but I am merely a poet marionette
marooned to this asteroid
of sensitivity and outrage

a lone figure shrinking in the distance
as the sound of each plaintive step
hangs like a fruit juicy with longing

and the regenerative shadow
of your beautiful spirit

look how it stretches taller and taller
with each tick of the clock

see the way the kaleidoscope
of your desire

shifts all existence
into fresh perspective

this
at least

is real

this
at least

can never
be taken away

because I love you
and I am broken

the stars and your kiss
are tourniquets

so see the reflection
of yourself in my eyes

before we disappear
as if we were never
here at all

1.
The rivulets of water
pool at our wondering feet.

Vibrant moss cushions the dark event horizons
that unceremoniously yank us inward
like lost children finally found.

Haphazard flight paths of insects
spasmodically surge nearer,
urging our own hands and eyes to react,
and somehow in the reflexiveness
of those twin human movements
both of us realize that the Now
we currently share cannot surpass
the devastating chasm that the earthquake of Us
has inevitably opened up.

Azure firelight flickers above,
memories of tears and bare skin kisses
descend like drunken leaves from distant peaks.

Somewhere below us a sea of mycelium flourishes,
communicating in the language we wish we'd possessed long ago,
pheremones of instinctual gravity networked to perfection,
something to smooth out all the crags and crevices
of our rambunctious emotional landscapes,
transmogrifying the immutable selfishness of mammals into purposeful,
harmonious intent.

2.
Still,
we kiss without restraint,
staring down the shattered remnants
of our romantic souls like hungry predators.

Rivulets of water
pool at our wondering feet.

Vibrant moss cushions the dark event horizons
that unceremoniously yank us inward
like lost children finally found.

And for an precarious instant we are one,
suspended on the ripe cliff's edge,
and not giving a **** whether or not we fall
into the ominous depths below.

1.
drooping animal eyes made of
wildfire

forested heartbeats
spun into magma seas
of future regeneration

carbon crisis kindling
awaiting

extinguish me
with the balled-fist
of the angry present

2.
awakened
morning dewdrop
universe

surrounding us

pillars of infant dust
coalescing

sweet starlight kisses
arcing over the meadow

as we race into
the smoky twilight

barefooted
and aware

3.
I spoke
to your body
with only my eyes

cardboard cutouts
of childhood

softening in the rain

a simple gingerbread house
inside my head

a rippling pond
thirsty with relaxation

******* rings
easing into oblivion

as we touched
and told our skin

everything we ever
needed to know

1.
sunlight,
strong and heartening,
an expansive rinsing of the soul
that hangs delicately like a single,
thoughtful teardrop

so full
with meaning
and wonder

we are hungry flowers,
absorbing protective energy
as entropy lengthens our shadows,
stalking the hot star cauldron above,
a constant quiet companion
gifting us with the terrifying complexity
of sentience

that ache of love and longing,
that kaleidoscopic fever dream
where we wander long halls filled with resplendent paintings,
where ancient oak tables simmer in sturdiness,
haunting handwritten poems carved into expressive planks,
a high cliff dive into lives bled out into history,
a time when candlelight and quill
softly etched modest sound and scent
into the mystifying corners of midnight

2.
this heart thunderously beats
as galaxies churn and collide

and I am starving to touch your body,
to elucidate your soul with awakening,
a storm of passion delineating the wistful outline of Truth,
meandering lines emblazoned upon ancient scrolls,
moments captured inside of moments,
rainbows of delightful intention destined to deteriorate into oblivion,
memories crackling brightly like a masterpiece of literature
torn out and piled up and engulfed in flames

3.
love is what remains
when all the forests of the world
are turned to soil-enriching black carbon

may we rise like tender green sprouts
from the fields of black,
spurred on from soft rain and fierce photons

kissing and making love
amongst the inevitable explosion of fresh new life
which rises so joyfully from the soil
that we almost forget how the acorn of existence
derives its magnificent beauty from the sorrow of loss

for,
my darling,
even the most unfathomable galaxies
eventually have an ending

so let me caress the delicate lines
of your fingers

and tell me
that there are dreams
somewhere in your heart
that make you want to paint the sky
blue

1.
Flickering orbs of light
daintily pirouette

carving deep wells of horizontal thought
into the distant cave walls.

Gyration
by gyration

birth dancing shadows
emerge from the unpainted
anthropological canvass
of her moon waltzing heart.

2.
She feeds
on the blood
of a holographic universe

a vampiress
of the verse

her quill composed
of hushed owl wings

a squadron of angry whispers
poised on the galaxy’s edge
sipping deeply
from inky black existence

her pure
mirror soul

a rainbow suffused
with the mystery
of midnight

the oscillating wavelength
of her mind’s delicate intent
ripe with stark blue motion

reaching barehanded
into even the greatest broken-glassed voids

winking wryly at the waves
of the Cosmic Microwave Background

posting that playpen snapshot
of a stumbling baby universe

onto the ostentatious fridge
of her cascading nightime heart.

1.
hunger cages
crowbared
open

emptied
to the thrum of ancient drums

flickering together

adaptable blackness of carbon
lines revitalized bonfires

and now we hunt
the healing electricity
inside us

2.
blissful fingers
trace circles of sky
that parachute down

planting seeds
of epiphany

that sprout
towards destiny

vulnerability and strength
providing momentum in equal measure

3.
as shared hailstorm eyes
sway hypnotically like happy cobras

all baskets are forgotten
in the simple motion
of back and forth

the stunning breadth
of cosmic communication

an infinite playground
to expand into

flickers of a grin
emerging like the way
stars are born

space-time and gravity
leaving us free to devour
the effervescing summit
of spiritual adoration

4.
as we place hands inside of hands
our warm glowing hearth

creates a dimension
in between the furious calm

where we no longer hope
for the end of yearning

for we have discovered
each other

become
undemolished

two souls
mining poetry

cultivating endless gardens
of euphoria

transcending
even the dainty flutter
of moonbeams

as they attempt to delicately capture
the way we tilt our heads

when we are caught
kissing in the dark

1.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion



2.

wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where I want to be



feeling the exhaling light

of a mile-high rainforest

welling up inside my heart



but the path to love

is strewn with mines

and each reckless step

calls down lightning from the sky

calls down thunderclouds

soaked with the gasoline rags

of cursed wisdom



3.

yet

a kiss

planted in

a weeping eye



releases the soothing breath



of rainforests

opens this clenched fist

stuffed full with mossy heart clumps



resuscitates

this flatlining humanity



for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward



4.

if we gather the sands of synchronicity

from the corners of our eyes



then adorn them onto

these diamond wheels

of hurt and kindness



maybe the shimmer and the shame

of emotion will cause the disintegration

of this destructive machine

of sporadic tenderness



5.

though

the billion needles of regret

leave their mark,

I dream of being paved over

with kaleidoscopic scars of the present



of strutting

with painted feet



of being

perfectly at home

like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air



6.

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from star-bright nights



yes

harmony resides

in the swoosh and twirl

of our love-hungry eyes



yet it is a false

stay of execution

between her thighs



where the last meal

of her dark almond eyes

presses back the winds of volatility

for you are still alone



though each caress

still presses back

the winds of volatility



and although all the reaching out

seems to be a flag of surrender

it doesn’t matter



for who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway



and what we have

is time’s shifting hourglass

leaving choking imprints



around our necks

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from every star-bright night



let’s ride this heart-shackling beast

into the wild violet expanse

while gripping the reigns

with wind-scorched fingertips



we’ll smother fear itself

with the gristle of our hate

which cuts carbon sharp

like the razor-hard eyes of orphans



7.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion



wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where we will be



kisses

planted in

weeping eyes



shall resuscitate

our flatlining humanity



for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward



and who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway



and if you look

from far enough away

you see that each wildly meandering streak

eventually becomes reminiscent

of being perfectly at home



like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air



like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air