Supreme Love,

Through a land of barren fields, leads to a nourishing tree, that rhythms in the wind like a heart of bleeding green.

There, you will find me, prostrating in its lingering boughs, gazing into your sky with smiles of Eros.

A nightgown of innocence awaits you in the lotus, falling amongst the constellations of my parallel.*

©Copyright 2007 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis

loving a woman is to love indeed the wind
The wind that dances on her own crystalline chord
The wind that takes your hand, that swiftly leaves a kiss
& with a killer scent repeats, “good-bye” “so long”

loving a woman is worshipping flame or fire
a flame that with her body cooks sweetly a bread of sadness
A merciless, deep light that burning you inspires
that touches your skin with poisoned lips & vastness

loving a woman is to embrace in vain the water
the fitful, sudden water of ardent, sudden showers
that give themselves away in a cold hug of madness
-to kiss the moon on rivers. to lie on dream & flower

loving a woman is a lonely quest for heaven:
blind faith in a “perhaps.” “always” pronounced as “never”

His blue eyes
Burning embers
As blue ocean
Different shades
Of the sky
His hands
Smoldering my skin
Carving our story
Warm & soft words
His voice like music
Cooed in my ears
Pulling me under
The dark covers
I’m falling hard
For Lucifer’s charms…

when I told my father
"I wanta go
to art school"
well
he flew into a
rage- having been
there himself and after
******* in a wooden
box for four years
(with NOTHING
to show for it)
I dunno, maybe
I was drunk
or maybe I hated
him as much as I do
now but it sure made
a good joke
many years passed
and having not
committed suicide
before it was too
late I went to off
to get my degree
in philosophy
HAH!

Razors pain you;
Rivers are danp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

We might disagree
     or not feel good
     but should not give truth
     a broken tooth

I am unfit
      yes,  I agree
      bad things I did
     should I be writing poetry?

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.