Lover

He said, “I thought you knew me better than that,’
And I responded, “I guess I don’t.”
So he sighed and kissed me on the lips
And let his thumb trace my eyelids to the hollow of my eyes,
Running palm down cheek, and he calmly chopped off his feet
And placed them in from of me.
“Here,” he said, “walk in these for awhile
Then maybe you will really get to know me.”

in the middle of my days,
in the most random
mundane times,
i find myself
deep in thoughts of you

my mind,
a portrait
of us

my heart,
a garden
where i tend to our roots

i am cautious
not to
snip at the buds
just let them grow and grow
and
grow

Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank

Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done

i am beast,
hunter,
flesh starved
all men prey
all for prey

roll tongue around
taste sweat,
savor the oils,
sink teeth,
bite

spread thighs
wide wide wide
carve the hollow
sink in like home

The mind cracks in half,
Spreads thick
Like egg yolks
On granite
Viscose
Slow
        Moving
Enveloping
        - Bursting -
Here fears,
here doubts
And there, there the yearnings  

Eyes splinter -
Flutter like butterflies
In flight,
Greet dawn
And there - hunger strikes,
The eagerness  
To feast on skin,
To lap at the salty brine
Of     your    humanness,
A need for thighs
Gripping
At my jaw line

The moon tucks herself away
Behind light,
And sky meets day
And I, Pavlov’s dog -
Salivating
Alone in bed

The lines have been written,
The poems
Etched into air,
The weight of body
Held
By the gravity of silence -
What remains
In the hollow
Of the uproot?
Where does
The dust of embers
Linger?
Will green flourish
Amongst
The scorching of land?