My legs around his waist,
My mouth embracing his taste,
Our kiss fire-fuelled and chaste,
Moving to an unseen frantic pace,
Pleasure ripe upon his glowing face,
All hesitancy disappears without a trace,
A game of pleasure but it's not a race,
Consideration of clothes treated like lace,
At the point of ****** i break like an overflowing case,
Starfilled vision-until I awake in the heat of his space.

Within the dark capsule of closed eyes,
the soul seeps its way through,
and one becomes two.

A twisting, intangible face within organic casing,
detached and pulled from physical being,
falling upwards against streams of

watery blue and mossy green,
losing fingers and feet along the way,
failing to grasp at the invisible silvery cord
attached to its belly.

Plunging face first into a pool of cool gray,
Sound dulled by the wet hum of nothingness
flowing through starfilled ears.

Utterly embraced,
Transparent, transcended and weightless.
Floating calm amongst the outer waters of consciousness.
And for a moment, finding itself
free.

In a desert midnight no darker than dawn
With cloudless heavens evident and stretching
To the edges of Bedouins’ minds and ours
Where owls govern with Your permission

You plunged a mighty fist deep
Into the heart and gripped a molten rag
And pulled it into a peak of crags
In which the **** You wanted grew

With a rush of wind you shaped that
Tear into a world-sized hollow to shelter
A man and a starfilled future for any who
Might accept what tugged at him that night

You once said Be! and time commenced
But earlier you had chosen from first
Until final a stream of Rusul and You placed
In that cleft the last Rasul alone but never

And in the radiance of a challenging word
Your spirit whose wings dripped pearls
Asked the silent one who sailed in prayer
To revolve the world on a different axis

Running feet across the earth carried him
To the comfort of arms that felt a beating
Chest bursting with ten million truths and her
Assurances trounced the whisperer’s last ditch

Words of mercy flow around us through a gentle
Heart in a stone cavity in the shade of a night
Without shadows beneath a cloudless cover
Which owls rule ... for a shrinking time

Break me down.
Tear me apart.
Tired of being..
A wall..
Made of concrete
with reinforced steel.
I want to be a green hill
and an old Oak
Where people sit,
read, think and feel.
Where I can see the sunrise
and the ascend of the night.
Where I can welcome you
in my world
and shield you with my branches
and leaves
from the cold rain
in the midst of a starfilled sky.
Where resolve is strengthened or refound.
Where selves are again centered
and doubts dissolved in morning mists.

Meteor and the Starfilled Sky




One Night to Remember
SkyHow her hips curved glass broken placed on the mantle drinking of the sup. Dance of her hand holding my breath of fire. I am lit up flying out to her. A burning fever, there’s a snake in my belly coiling like this beast coming for me. Chief madness overtaking me, driving potent capture of her face in shadow light. Such pale skin like a foxhunter I grip you now captured.Forever is never ending ever desirous impassioned I have the will to eat you, crunch your body’s natural heat of laceration grip the handle of essence your scent of ambrosia take me now.