Tuesday, May 31, 2005

First Lilac Series - Written for Pleasure

Poems written from January 18 - April 6, 1999 in chronological order. (Why would anyone write 127 poems in that period of time?) There are two answers. The first is that 127 is a prime number with esoteric significance. The second answer is not available.

A Comment on a Dream that Haunts

The elegance of woven thought
Bound not by convention or device
Subsumes emotions you have wrought
In electric monuments to ice.

Unfrozen life, unsettled days
Unspent minutes in your arms
Deride the vaulted life’s delay
But keep you ever safe from harm.

I weave on flowered memories
And spin the violence of desire
Murmuring of touches not to be
Or found within my couched bower.

Hopes are fleshed with still-born need
Better this; a night-borne dream.

The Harvest of Love
Fragrant dreams of sweet unrest
Borne by winds of fickle quests
Betide the autumn tinted fields
The gathered havest cannot yield.

The harvest is a steady thing
Filled with magnitudes of dreams
Untouched by the threat of loss
Unrequited and thus most sought

Still the tides that land caress
Still the thought of life's unrest
Still the pulsing of our need
Still the thoughts that we should heed.

When the stars rain into day
Then our dreams are washed away.

No to Temptation
Ripples on the skin of time
Harbingers of what must be
Set my thought to kindled mind
And smolder in my memory

I will love you in all time
Touching, touched, always be
But by never kindled lust
I will honor you as me.

Remember this, lover and delight
Better part than tear stained nights.

Bardic Tidings, Told and Turned
Gravid with time's languid thought
Bestride an island just become
I visioned molten day bound fraught
With circumspection colored dun.

Oh, majesty of time and place
Write large that all might truly see
I gazed on sacred, mind-rich face
And knew the people's destiny.

Bounded to a fate unseen
They walk on tender-hooks of fear
Led through fields both sere and green
They tremble as the Truth draws near.

Faces raised in awed regard
Fate revealed the hands of bards

Melinda Past Present
I was a blond and rabid brat
who lived in boots and cowboy hat.
Always grubby, never coy,
I wished I had been born a boy.

I didn't come to love my sex
'til a babe lay at my breast.
When the rush of hormones hit
The woman-fire in me was lit.

Touches, flowers, a flagrant glance
Then I gave romance a chance.

Romance fills me to replete
A feast from which I thirst to eat
Yearning for what cannot be
Whets the appetite for thee.

Motes of Wishing
Restless days and tossed nights
Leaving no spare time to write
Giving in to heart's-wish bond
Tenderness that lingers on

Cherishing the motes of thought
That can't be grasped - because they're not

This, the blue moon's gift to you
What I tell you thrice it true.

Right Writ and True
Your books are poetry, intent and form
Writ large in space uniting thought and time
Encompassing what is past and yet to be
Directing human passions to a new made norm.

Scaffolding for culture giving birth
To staging for the scene next played on Earth.

Reflections on Sir Issac Newton
Muted magic in your voice
Roiling, wrot and wrenching in its sylvan toils
Quiet wit.
Concise discoursive logic that defies the almost quick
Not like a river, bounded in its course
Unless the turns of nature are undone
But rather as the light of bested night
A million glinting thoughts of scarse-see suns.

A woven, time warped pattern that defies
The simple truth that magnified tells lies.

Self Confrontation
Small moments stolen from the unravelled day
Mark memories of madness and dismay.
Small shards of thought that spin out of control
Light facets of myself I didn't know.

I live within the fractures of delight
Tasting of the whole, forgotten sight.
Fingers tentative in touch
Remind me not to care to very much.

Small moments gleaned from what has never been
Mark memories made golden, cleansed of sin.

Pause Before Sleep
Listen to the pulsing in the place behind your eyes
Feel the timbre of emotion as is shifts and speaks of lies
Suave and soft its nuanced cooing
Flavored with a touch of need
Grasping for your softness with a hunger born of greed

In the dark that is not night time
In the place of fear and pain
There is nothing to remember
There is nothing to regain

There is nothing of the quiet wind
The ravishing of joy
There is nothing of the memory
That recollection can employ

So when you ease your burdened soul
And slip between the sheets
Remember place and passion
And don't forget to grieve.

Future thoughts touch lighly on the shadow of the eyes
Promising the richness of the world they will devise
Ravishment of passing claims to what is permanent
Bright rapsody of banishment to realms of never meant.

Future bright and beckoning, bringing with the hope
of peace borne grace and soul glazed haste
That truth is our reward.

Light Time with Truth
Idylls in the cloistered halls of silence
Silvered runes that speak to you alone
Borne in shadows, fostered in defiance
The gladdened mists remind us what is known.

Grateful do I hear and gladly listen
Intent to every nuance thereby bound
A dance of woven thoughts to bear the glisten
Of space and time removed and therefore found

Bespoken in the lightless realms of magic
Unknown to those who see only mundane
The words ignite the passion of fanatics
Burning out the chaff that still remains

So speak to me of what is never seen
Light time that life may gain what it should mean.

Twisted Dreams of Night Redeemed
Touching, loving, twining, joining, living bright
Souls met and kept and recognized and known
Alchemy of spirit, fractured past and inner light
Sated needs replete and future passions owned.

What camera need obscures, oppresses hard earned will?
What night- borne dream or nightmare is eating at me still?
What fevered shattered actions take my self to fill?
What frightened, magic passions do my dreams fulfill?

Night give end, unquenching, night resolve my need
Dreams so unrelenting, give pause to set me free
Orbits of dementia climax with my spirit shorn
Glad of a redemption I give prayer to be reborn.

Give Life to Source
Life's for joy and riot and to know the source of pain
Intensity and knowing and the peace that heals the maimed.
Life is for the pleasuring of all our urgent needs
Life is for the banishing of grief and to be freed.

Truth is the foe of anguish and a friend to banish guilt
Truth is owed and owing, given to the lives we built.
Nothing else remakes our essence, nothing else can make us whole
Nothing else creates the future, fruaght with what we may not know.

The Weight of Thought
Coiled into tensive heights with nowhere else to be
Roiling with fantasies that join someone else to me.
I shift the spheres of Pleasure
And caress the source of need
I'm an echo of the magic nights
That give life to that rare breed.

Boiling with gravid thoughts that give me no relief
I reach out for the touch of you, banishing belief.

The ravelled threads of golden nets, once fast, have given way
The fractured shards of winter-sun gives molten lies to day

I gather all the hours in, for comfort and surcease
But still the presence-that-is-not allows for no release.

You are evaporated into the ether-ways of time and space.
To be revealed anew with choice dimensions.
When that rare time of other-minds is forward bent,
Then gilded laughter shall have proven your redemption.

Ask me not if this, my given thought
Answered what is borne, but shriven not.

Void of Vanishing
In the dark eternity of the void beyond the gloom
There are none to cry with anguish at the emptiness of doom
There are none to touch or taste or love, or fill with passions seed
There are none to give us meaning if it is meaning that we need.

In the dark eternity that lives inside us all
There are none to vanquish loneliness or hear us if we call
There are none to let us know that we are precious, loved and well
There, my friend, within that void, is the place we know as hell.

Born of Questions, Never Mentioned.
Dark hushed murmurs, set in need
Rustled cloth and tempered pleas
Borne to us in wind-ripened time
Speak to Now of ancient crime.

Blackened bodies, shattered lives
Drained and used and then despised
Still born dreams and heart dead hope
Little passions, stunted scope

Structured, haunted, conceived in lies
Thus the wealth of love has died
Shards of lives still try to breed
Hope dies hard when babies need.

These the truth of what has been
In the world once wrought by men.

In the borning a new age
Gravid with empassioned sage
Tentative, afraid to hope
Hungry for a larger scope

Pouring out of sheer delight
Pregnant with the touch of light
Breasts that ache to suckle life
Arms that push away from strife.

Woman's world is come again
Joyful filled - so Love begins.

Ten Minutes of Thought

Autumnal rhythms beat, unheard, unechoed and unjoined.
Granting passage into time through space wrought words and void
The heart of mind is speaking, the mind involved in song
Releases what is becoming as well as what is wrong.

Speak to me of power, speak to me of grief
Speak to me of hours spent and granted to belief

Speak to me of emptiness
Of voids within the heart

Speak to me of partings
And of startings, bought and sharp

Speak to me in shadowed words
That deny what cannot be

Speak to me of memories
That languish by degree

Speak to me of mild days
Over full and gone

Speak to me of misted love
Carried in a song

Speak to me of magic
That fulfills the broken chord

And then release my soul again
To find the will restored.

The Long Hand of Time

Time's turnings touches tender
Tasted with the taut and tortured ember
of sublime and well-earned rhyme

Deep within the envelope of gathered time
In memory of destiny and banished crime

With the promise of the borning come of dying
And the threat of truth refuted as the thought then turned to lying

Life reminds

Ancient trying
tortured sinews, gathered will
matched with hope and harbored skill

Replete with meals that sated
That the beauty might swell, elated

With the ins and outs of weaving
and the stark report of breathing

To banish grieving

Time to Shatter
Beckoned from the unnamed shadows,
greyed with years of uncounted passage
Savage with unconsidered adage
Unremitting and unmasted

The mind made matter
Time to shatter.

Lovers in the shadows

In the shadowed place of silence
Lovers tenderly embrace
never seeing, never touching,
never meeting face to face.

In the shadowed place of silence
Where the touches are not real
Lovers meet in magic space
Where truth is all they feel.

In the shadowed place of silence
Raptured, glowing with delight
Lovers twine and fondle
In the velvet folds of night

In the shadowed interlude of thought
Lovers find the thing most sought.

Laughing with Pleasure

Sparkling, shining, smile igniting
Rolling through the minutes of a morning talk

Playing in the mud
Oozing, gooey, hands for cooling
touching, feeling, making stuff
Serious play is not enough.

Dancing in the gilded tones
Of happy thoughts, glowing shown
Lit from deep within
With all contentment, joyful grin

Play with me
Speak magic thoughts, be mindful not
Let eyes say what is not fit for tongue
Speak to me of laughing fantasies begun.

Harboring the dreams of what is not
With chosen time and memories well fraught
I touch the source of Light and fane to see
That majesty of life evolves in me.

In and through the source, to all mankind
To make the sum of all that is divine.

The Utility of Youthful Folly
Scampering through rocky sights
of youthful follies redelights
Revisiting the muted past
Is sweet and bitter and can not last

Woven through those hazy days
The triste of passage mornful brays
Enchantments lost and tarnishing
Dead with thoughts and still-born dreams

These, the detritus of years
Pregnant with our unfaced fears
Can educate and harbor truth
Unfacable in our first youth.

This I give to your attention
Briefest thoughts for new dimensions.

Close Comment on the Magic of the Sought.
Anointed with the touch of silent thought
Veiled eyes remove the changes years have wrought
To see the void of magic, sold and bought
Now echoing the voiceless world you have not sought

In this place of passion, touched and leavened
Owned and known, created newly every second
Placed here that life could know the shape of heaven
Is not the mote of time that it is reckoned.

In this scarce place of thought and sensed desire
In this bare cave of magic, mutated, gravid fire
In this momentary glimpse of fractured Tyre
Is piled up the embers fleshed upon your pyre

Born in pain, reborn in steel and glass
Even this, the future, will not last.

Melting in the Magic of the Silent Wind
Kin to me.
Born in idle magic in the still born wind
Silent in the breath of morning glowing into day
Close to me in spiral dance, defining who I am
We danced the waves of coming-into-being in a single breath
Flitted through the possible to find the best

Close to me
Divided by the distance of possibility
Held and touched and wanted
Defined and fondled, taunted

Close to me
In mind melding impetuosity

Glad to be
One and one and all
To always be.

Speak To Me With Eyes That Foster Joy
Speak to me with eyes that frost the silence
And shadow thoughts not given to the day
Let your mind acknowledge inner balance
Accept that what is now is not delay

Eyes are organs of the seat of human knowing
Brought though the skin to light us on our way
They shutter all the nuances of growing
And shore up souls wrought heavy with dismay

Eyes can't touch the secret heart of knowing
But give us truth refined and set us free
To find the source of sacred prayers bestowing
The gift we earn by learning who to be.

This, a morning thought to ponder on
Glad to have you hear an inner song.

Voices Speaking and Unheard
The Voice was low and muted and I strained to hear
I knew the words it spoke were meant to make me free
And if I missed the cadenced tones which were so near
I would be shorn of the essential knowing granted me.

I listened, barely breathing, to the shadowed tones
I silent spoke the words again to learn their telling
And the sense of thought and meaning anchored to my bones
The shadow spoke, riveted my mind and stilled my quailing.

The Voice that spoke, so alien and feared
Inside of me, repeating truth, ancient and sublime
Revealed the cherished phrases I'd revered
Illumination followed, to consume me and remind

So the God of intellect was breached
And and Light of rare divining gladly reached.

Copper Clad Dreams and Crimson Leaves
Copper clad leaves and Crimson dreams
Nothings really as it seems
Bourne within the soul of stealth
A plethora of stolen wealth

Copper clad Crimson, leaves of dreams
Nothings really as it seems
The majesty of wind-stilled night
Calls our heroes back from flight

Dreams of Copper, Crimson clad
Nothings granted 'til its had
Heroes wither in the dawn
Of the schemes that drew them on.

Crimson leaves, clad copper Dreams
Nothing is tarnished by belief
Except the withdrawn veil of truth
Given us in our first youth

Leaves clad copper, Crimson dreams
Nothing touches what is not seen
Close held beliefs crumble, fade
When its proofs too long delay

Copper clad leaves and Crimson dreams
Nothings really as it seems
But when preconceptions have all died
You will know that Gods have lied.

Vale of Forgetting
We light the magic of desire
Lost within that hidden vale
No need of pretense hides our fire
Forgetting all of life's travail.

Verdant place of lost delight
Untouched by thoughts of hectic pace
Placid with time's trace of light
We loiter in this gardened place

Faint rapsody of sheer reward
Glazed with passion, earned and won
With uncontested, sheathed sword
A time of clarity begun

From the place of new born light
Grace exhumes itself to sight.

Into the Cusp of Time
I dipped into the cusp of time
And drank the potent drink of truth
My blood refilled the emptied cup
I sacrificed all of my youth.

I tasted pain and soul seared grief
Saw millions die without belief
Unmourned, unloved and unrevered
Drowned in death and unshed tears

I saw the flickering of hope
In a face with greater scope
I laid my life upon the stones
Given to that Life alone

To serve in love and secrecy
With all the pulsing force in me
To serve and serve again through time
That one sure chance to save mankind.

This, the story that I told
Spoke to you in truth burned gold.

Illusions are the Death of Hope
What we see and touch and feel
Can oblige us and be real
But often times it slips away
Viscous as the snow in May

What we know with spirit's eyes
Can ensure that we grow wise
If we ground its shadowed light
Clean and sure in hard-edged sight

What we are mutates through time
Evolving through our self-made crimes
Touching edges of the real
Knowing, known and therefore steel

What the shadows hide is true
The light reveals its other hues
Truth and lie a point of view
Time reflected, therefore new

But this last, an always thing
Gladdened with the songs we sing.
Resonate with what you are
Passion's child, clothed in scars.

Scars within and scars without
Divining spirit, quenching doubt

This I give, reflected light
Born to nurture and take flight.

Touching, Tasting, Gravid Thought
Touched by shadows, urgent needs
Nipples hard with banished dreams
Cherry-tight and pressed upon
Taut, tight chest, rapture won.

Moving slowly, fingers learn
Skin and tender lessons earned
Touching, touched, explored and known
From the skin deep into bone

Smelling, tasting, growing light
Tension weighs and makes me tight
Urgent joining, long delayed
Surged release and raptured days.

Minds and bodies joined and whole
In the rapture lovers know
Always ready to be filled
That the loneliness be stilled.

Floating on my couched bed
Long remembered and unsaid.

Tears that no one sees or hears
I store the tears inside of me
Banishing the thought of pain
I laugh and smile and make it be
Example of what I must remain

This, a gift of tempered thought
Born of travailed, hampered life
Tapestry which I have wrought
From diverse passions, toil and strife.

Gladly given, gladly bought
Price no item of design
Struggles barren, dearly sought
Born from endurance and from mind.

Gifts of love and tenderness
Never sought, but deeply blessed
Touch me as a seared caress
A rose I've clipped and cherished, pressed

This the life I'm joyed to live
A gift I'm glad to have and give.

Consuming Pleasure, Given Love
My lips give pleasure, brushing skin
Hot with wanting, pulsing, need
The days slip by, and time grows thin
Wishes wasted, raptures keen

My breasts that tingle, with hands untouched
My body thirsts for lover's skin
Consumed with passion, aching lust
When did peace and patience end?

Where is the mind that set the fire?
Born of raptured thoughts and greed
When did I become desire?
And lose myself inside his need?

Created in the void of time
Passion that consumes my mind.

Dreams that Tantalize in Liquid Slumbers
I slip into my foaming bath
Stripped of clothing and released
From all that I leave in my past
And find the serene taste of peace.

My lover greets me as I come
To enfold myself in him
I waken to his caress, less numb
And know the pleasuring of skin.

He touches me, awaking heart
And fragile, lilting, laughing joy
On my lips his loving starts
But all my form he will employ

Breasts, he fondles with delight
Knowing just what pleases best
Tenders he each mound tonight
Building towards a surging crest

Candles mottle, blend with gold
Darkness tenders and removes
Lover grows more ever bold
And none are there that can reprove.

Here we meet in tender trust
Releasing all our pent up lust.

Laughing, Loving, living Bright
I wing the idle skies of life
Laughter lingers in my soul
Trilling through the light-laced words
That mark my passage as I go.

Sweet laughter rings, and coos and glows
It's merry melody reprise
The best of times that I have known
Warming me in every guise

You are laughter, sweet and true
Borne in scented, well loved form
You touched a heart you never knew
And laid a fearful, wrenching storm

You, the one who knows my heart
Have it, and so we'll never part.

The Marvelled Clock of Ticking Time
Hours numbered and untried
softly slip and slide from me
Leaving thoughts and acts denied
Banished from my destiny

Which the act that most compels?
Which circuitous passion breached?
Which my passions most reveals?
The side of me that echoes speech?

Or that place, harbored and redoubt
That promised, misted, love-born not
That stills the questions never thought
So lacking place cannot be sought.

This, the me that cannot doubt
Knows the you of love devout.

Circuits, Cycles, Softly Speak
Gods That Die So We May Weep
Behind my face two minds are one
Joined by touch of thin drawn tongue
Flesh that reaches into space
Knowing of the Gods embrace

This, the idle words of joy
Born to speak of gilded toys
Entered into soundless speech
Beyond its memories and reach

For man was made of graven earth
Forged from lightning, granted birth
Touched with truth and love and life
Souls that wax in time-warped flight

Striving, raving, seeking, free
Becoming what is meant to be.
Joining to the lives undone
Until all souls have become One.

The Gods that were and still remain
The stuff that makes all Mankind sane.

Times Three, the Body, Mind and Spirit
Touched in body, wed to life,
Seamless skin to vanquish strife
Two made one in every way
Gladness rapturing their days.

Minds that meld in knowing heat
Joined with knowledge and belief
Follies granted, grateful place
Within their world of love-made space

Spirits soar into the void
Blending to the soundless joy
Of all that cannot now be touched
Spirit world is always just.

This, the three that laughter breeds.
When lovers join in life and need.

No Longer Burning in the Sun
It rose against the naked blue
Of sky that sheltered as it slew.
It rose again to touch the light
Of Man Eternal, given sight

Proof against the shattered dreams
Of all that is not as it seems
Vessel of uncharted suns
Bound to where all dreams begun

Quarried from the world of time
Cut by people of all kinds
Granted by them undenied
Because the soul of One has died.

Born again in other guise
Glad He was to be despised
That the Light of cherished young
Might see the truth from where they'd come

Given thus divining will
Always in us, promised still.

Watched in Silence, Tasted, Known
I watched in silence, savored moments
Felt the weight of my desire
Well I knew how life had bent
Warmed by tongues of savaged fire.

Between one breath of life and death
Before the formulated thought
The course was known and firmly set
This the way, the others not.

Encompassing, raptured need
Soul in bindings, tempered, owned
Denying all passions born of greed
Pulsing to a Truth well known.

This the birth of what must be
Granted to our sightless need.

Grant me Life
Grant me breath to fill my lungs
Lift me into light
From the throbbing of your heart
Let love grant my living sight.

This the place from whence we come
One by one through epochs past
Born to live beneath one Sun
This world the echo of the Last.

Tender suckling, fragile babe
Carried in my swelling womb
Not owned or owning you will be
From borning time to arching tomb

This, the pledge I give to you
Binding time and therefore true.

Reflections of the Benefits of Bed-infesting Flus
I snug down into flannel sheets
Sweating cold and shivering
The golden promises, so sweet
Of glorious weather bring no quivering

Of anxious joy to unfurl the day
Because my wretched coughs and sniffs dismay.

Boiling hot the baths I draw
To bake out all invading bugs
Leaving me both worn and cooling
for my flanneled sheets a drooling

Bring on the cups of oranged juice
Bring on the massive carafes of ice
Bring me yet again some soup
Chicken, yes, that would be nice

This, my sad condition now
Wellness misty promise, vow.

Black and White

Tumbling in the first light sun
All curiosity and trust.
Glorious living just begun
Leaping on a mote of dust.

First glimpse caught of unnamed kit
Black and white and very small
Mothers milk still damped his chin
No self-consciousness at all

Purring loud enough to hear
Lapping milk and stalking string
From half a room, it caught my ear
Toys and joy from everything.

Named Stuff'ums by the entire crew
Dignity came to him in years
Of solemn watching as they grew
Now memory to anoint with tears

Just a cat we loved as kin
Liquid loving, eyes and skin.

In the Cave
In the cave, embraced in Time
Two lovers meet in sweet reprise
Of all the savored might-have-beens
Granted them in other guise

In that place where lovers meet
Languid with the pitch of heat
Coupling is longly traced
Loving saturates with grace.

Long pitched murmurs melt in ears
That hear and draw them yet more near
Touches, tender, glance, sublime
Evoke their memories, other times

Encapsulated with flesh borne heat
Here, the cave where lovers meet

Mote of Thought from the Nether World
Spinning silence, caught in space
Mote of thought that none embrace
Sequestered, languishing, refused
Unconsidered and unexcused

Darkness ponders what it feels
No mind, but matter is recused
The gods can laugh at human flaws
But pain still hurts when foxes gnaw.

The paths divide, recede in place
This one or the other faced?
What emotions, thoughts give rise
To that in me I must despise?

Walking north along a beach
Screeching gulls and shell-worn sea
Rapt and looking on to Neverbe
The force of passion tearing me.

Trust in what you know it true.
This, with fine-felt ache I do.

Shards of Sanity
Sweet breath that gives my heart its life
And owns my passion and my need
Still the tumult of desire,
kill out strife
that mind might heed
The sylvan call, collect of greed
This kindled flame so I can grieve.

What insane thrust of tallowed time
Remits its claims on time-dead crime
That such durance might hold me fast
I the tool, him the last?
Receive my plea of interdict
Let this pain within me quit.

What shackles vested in such need?
What matters wrested from it breed?
That I should live in banishment
Passion, hope and gladness spent
Vestiges of time and place
Granted to this mote of grace

Hear the plea of one who gave
In ample measure, birth to grave
Of life and distillate of scope
Grant to me an edge of hope
This, the one and only plea
Still the plight of pain in me.

The Course of Gentled Thought
The tumult and the tears have run
Their course and dried to distant hums
Echoes of the might-have-beens
Reward the mind, transform and bend

Their inclinations, bright and sharp
Find other places in their hearts
Sweet unrest, born in heat
The neverbeen where lovers meet

Is banished to the scrape book place
Of well remembered, cherished grace
To mellow on through silvered time
Emerging, into crystalled chimes

That sing of touches grown more sweet
Because, in love, they never meet
Caresses, kisses lost in time
Existing only in their minds.

One sweet short life of banished heat
Died so that these friends might meet.

The Ravishment of Inner Peace
Time can ravish inner peace
With thoughts that weigh and bear us deep
Into the untouched place within
Where intellect and faith begin

In that perfect seat of unmade dreams
Where image lives and links with ease
Into the wordward side of mind
To sear the spirit, thoughts and signs.

In that place of guarded keep
Spirit murmurs, mind can sleep
To wake into the light of day
Unchallenged and therefore undismayed.

In that secure, locked in vault
Rational, in every fault
The mind imagines it's alone
Even as it knows its home.

So remember this, with every breathe
No solitude save spirit's death.

Stolen Touches, wrapped in Dark
His touches reach my inner soul,
Bringing me to heightened need
Rapture captures all I know
Vanquishing the cusp of me

I am enfolded in his arms
Enraptured, fondled, and made whole
He keeps me ever free from harm
And cherishes our self-same goals

He is loving, right and true
Carried in my song of joy
Joining with us ever new
Every inch of skin employed.

I smell and taste and suckle all
He the same, rejoicing calls.

Touching, Tasted Ever Be

I will love you through all time
Touching, tasting ever be
A glance divine on melted tomes
Lingers in my memory

I feel you touch, my breasts now swell
Crinkled as that touch compels
Lips that sense your tender heat
Fill my form with sense-starved grief.

Reflected only through the sense
Your presence fills and stills and mints
New found pleasures, never known
Now between us sage and owned

My body yours, to do your will
My mind which hears your voice speak still
The sum and whole of all I am
Knowing that we'll meet again.

Meet as lovers, drawn to find
Communion of our self-same kind
Banishing the ancient crime
By trans mutating lust divine.

This, the promise, lately make
Yours, the hand, controls the shade.

Stolen Memories of the Cave
The cave enclosed and held my soul
Banishing the rude retort
That rabid truth will have its way
Lingered lonely, spare resort

The cave that crackled, sang and cried
With fire lit and dreams sublime
That held the pulse of whispered hope
And gave my senses fuller scope

I came to know his touches, skin
I came to wax in heated need
I came as woman to amend
The emptiness that held his seed

This, the raptured, lilting keen
That echoes past the waning scene.

Fulsome fragments of Myself
The shadows borne by quiet grief
Reside inside the shell thats me
Recalling all that has transpired
Reborn inside this well-banked fire

Reposing in the faultless gloom
Of a world that seems an endless tomb
I send my thoughts into the light
Of half remembered, self-made flight

These, the places I once graced
In a world of stark disgrace.
This the sentence I live out
This the prison and redoubt

Welcomed into sightless eyes
That, beckoning truth, live countless lies

The Source of Strength
Culture, source of wise divining
Ancient mythos, born to teach
Mother, goddess still entwining
All Her children She can reach.

In the core, Judaic thought
The source of life lives on and on
Forgotten is the Womb that brought
Forgotten is the Source that wrought

Ancient Goddess, hidden truth
Carried into time through youth
Ancient Goddess who gives to me
The woman source of memory

Ancient Goddess, timeless ways
Borne in custom, wrapped in days
Of quiet-labor, voidless peace
Carrying all within their grief

Ancient Goddess, food of thought
Light our passage into Signs
Banish darkness, fill the drought
That lacking you would fracture time

This, the family born to light
From Ancient Goddess, lost from sight.

Nighttime Embraces Only Felt

He comes to me in night subsumed
Within desire, against my will
He fondles, tastes compels my fire
And leads me, silent, owned and stilled

Touched and known, from skin to bone
He reaches in and makes me moan
With passions I have never known
He the light that shines and owns.

I the instrument, device
That gives him pleasure and delight
My form that quickens to his need
My only thought to feed his greed

This I give in measure full
Acknowledging the debt I owe
Alive to fill his heated pulse
I become his tendered lust

I the passion, he the need
Two together, measured, seen
From out of silence, past and gone
This the lesson, learned and longed

To banish strife that threatened life
This the cure and respite.

Life That Fills My Emptiness
He is the air that fills my lungs
The fire in my gut
He, the choice long since begun
All other options gone and shut

To fill his need and know his touch
To answer questions never broached
To there be present, sate his lust
Never given as reproach

Because my life is his alone
My mind reflected in his thought
This, the answer set in stone
He the joy that answer brought

In this desire I am reborn
Rejoicing, glad and focused on
The savant life I have not worn
This slip of time rejected, gone

To melt in fire within his need
This, a worthy charge indeed.

What Within Compels My Need?

Source and sustenance of life
Compelling me to seek in you
The anguished fountain, born in strife.
That is desire, touched and fused

Smug with sanctioned mind fed truth
I never thought to taste such wealth
My body owned, released to refound youth
Younger now that will can melt

Into arms that promise, voice delight
The armor falls, recalled in time
The savage source, now hid in night
Where this rare beauty born, was mined

Oh, ransomed from receding years
Reborn, remade in flesh made whole
I taste the tang of soul seared tears
And hunger for the flesh I know

Well amended, made for me
This, beloved mote, is thee.

Walking With Me Through The Day.

You walk with me through out the day
I feel you touching, loving, there
I turn my head and feel your lips
Denying all loneliness, despair.

You make me laugh with sharpened wit
When I feel your raptured, time scored fit
Into the deep insides of me
Granting me both owned and free

You nuzzle, nesting kissing neck
And trace your kisses to my lips
As hands cup the warm embrace of breasts
And trace the path down past my hips

In bed we two are unrestrained
You taking pleasure in my needs
While I in congress see that yours
Fulfill the fantasies mind can breed

This, the day we taste and sup
Filling up our joyness cups.

The Thought of Skin
Your skin reproaches all my thoughts
That tarry in the land of Neverbe.
My fingers learn to banish drought
And hold your cherished presence close to me.

Smooth and wrinkled, taut and trim, pink and mottled
Browned with time and tensive, seasoned ease
It cannot fail to please
The cloaking brought from wombed redoubt to
clothe and slake us all our lives
Through skin we smile with our eyes and musculature which underlays
and speaks in unworded, magic ways.

thin and thick, taut and tight, carrier of rare delight
Freckled, folded, scarred and not
The simple thing that one had thought

Montegued, before untold, the fabric of a life extolled.
From dewied new to raddled time
Scored, embattled, telling crimes

This, the organ mostly seen
Given us to mask and screen
Loved and temdered all our years
Embattled, shattered by our fears.

Ancient Dance of Pleasuring
You dance with me in flesh-bound dreams
Of ancient joinings, vaulted joys
You plunge and pulse and rapture me
Skin to skin and well employed

Your hands, so tender, knowing touch
Your lips that murmur, saying much
That I am compelled and filled with lust
Open to your hard-edged thrust.

Fill me, cries my Mother Song
Empty, empty, sate my need
More and more I do belong
To you, the one who gives his seed

Burnished with the rapture spent
I couch on your shoulder, well content.

The Stolen Hopes of Neverbe
My lover met in time and place
Or rare divining, rapt embrace
Touched a part of me untried
To still the joy that there had died

He tendered, winnowed, owned my thoughts
Drank the tears that time had brought
Healed and whole and therefore freed
My lover's glancing presence grieved

Because the cure can also hurt
In this place and time on Earth
His wit and wonder, choice and tart
Found and plundered all my heart

Wounded, weeping, open, lost
I learned to calculate the cost
And now my tender heart I keep
In careful trust inside of me.

For one who can be trusted to
Return my love, revealed and true.

The Muse of Time
Into the void of Time and Place
I plunge myself in laughless haste
To find surcease of wounded pride.
Integrity and will have lied

No! My mind and conscience said
No! As I fevered, driven, sped
Along the windward side of please
Wretched, fate so cruel, teased

No! said my mind, I answered Yes!
No! said the words that touch and test
But No is just a word away
From the forgetting thought of, not today

Maybe something else will ease
That I can find my pain relieved
Maybe, sweet small word of hope
Maybe life brings other scope

Maybe, maybe some day soon
This, repaired the gaping wound
Maybe, maybe, in space-lost time
His touching, loving, will be mine.

Of All The Might Have Beens

I feel the ruffling, tensive wings, behind my back and in my mind
In none elective force they gain, eating up my course of years.
With every breath, from place unsaid, I list the tastes and tones I press
Into the book of cherishment, in me fondled, owned and meshed
Into the weaving of my soul.
In that spare place where none may go.
The place where loneliness and fear, cage and claw and clutch me near.

And You
I taste , resort and recomprise, the hours, days that make this life
I tease the memories replete, with shadowed longing, for release
I grip them all, I hear the tones, of laughter, lingering in my bones
I also see the empty page where I did not write my passions rage
That slew and charmed, seduced and grew the captive heart that made me new
The rare delight I feared to touch because its passions gave too much
This, the space of interdict, the sore regret that will not quit.
And as the gathered years inpart a thick patina on my heart,
This empty page still captures, grieves, for all the joy there lost to me.

The Ravages of Broken Dreams
Dreams can shatter in the cold of harsh made facts that were untold
Fragile things of channeled hopes that wing and flutter, lending scope
To what the soul might hope to find, redeemings of the whispered kind.

For Dreams are fragile, born in thought, gravid with our icons sought
Redeemed from idle, wishing bred, by the searing wantings lead
To that made real and right and true by all the things we choose to do.

The inside hurts, wounds and whys
I wear a mask, deny, deny
This, the day that arches, keeps
The psalm of sorrow in my reach

Who was the man I thought I knew?
The mind that promised and then slew?
The bright, light joy of new found love
Smashed and savaged, ungentle shove

Reality, a sharpened blade
That sheers and sunders, life betrays?
This still-born dream of soul found ease
Lives in me and yet I grieve.

I'd carve the feelings from my head
If I thought that's were they bred
But seldom's chance oppresses angst
I know this love, know all its pangs

No, A long, slow time binds in my heart
To kill out this love Time must restart.

The Sum of What I Am

I hold myself against the world, measured by an unseen rule
To be in light, divine and bright, and live in constant, self renewal
Those dark moments, locked in time, will not distort or crush or bend
The chiseled, tempered, mind-wrought soul that, born in shadows, finds truths end.

This the quest, self and soul, mind and body, tortured goal
This the cherished journey's end.
Fragile thought, carbon wrought
Time dear bought
Hoped and sought

Memories my chaliced drink
To bring me always to the brink
Of rare divining
Rapture mining.

To make me whole
My only goal.

Shackling Silnce, Lost and Gone
From tossed couch and dream wracked sleep
My soul, once grieved, has found release
No phantomed presence tarries here
No anguished weight, mind festered, near

I am unshackled from that mind
Freed and still afraid and lined
With words not spoken into night
That promised, cooed, of love sublime

Emptied, culled of dreams and thought
Ravished, worn and practiced on
I still remember hands and needs
Heightened senses, lustful greeds

But peace, serene and hopeful friend
Stands beside me to amend.

Lips that Linger, Taste and Know
Your lips have lingered, strange and slow
Tracing arches, moving low
You bring my pulse to heightened need
Aching, bracing for your seed

The touch, the taste the raptured thought
The mind that ventured, wove and wrought
The phrased iconic motes of time
That captured image, pierced, sublime

That seduced my soul into a fire
Of sear-edged passion and desire
Owned my body, wrapped in time
Chatteled, ravished by your mind

You, the fire burned in me
Gave me light, that I might see.

Giving in to Passion
Passion, touching, well worn lust,
kisses speaking, skin warned trust
Your heat invades my sleep and days,
you have become my kindled play
Your touch, your tongue your savage need,
my own sweet song and unsaid creed

You. The interdiction made,
that cancels out all other shades
Of promised love and tendered hope,
you, the circumference of my scope
You. The life I pour and taste,
that lingers in a mote's embrace

If other lives are then denied,
is this - the one I live, a lie?
Do I exist to fill your need?
Is that the whole now left to me?
Or will you loose your spirit grasp
And let me go, made free at last?


Illusion, answer and device
To frame and manage and remove
The questions asked that words can't prove
Shatter thought and disabuse.

Time and Space
Two different sides of one same thing
Two different tempos, warped and thought
Two fractured answers, joined and just
The tumbled tensions mind has brought.
To recreate the unseen Not.

Essential matrix, mind and eyes
That knows and sees and shatters lies
Jointed within it: Space and Time
Without the two and so sublime

Light to vanquish all that's seen
Light to sunder and redeem.

Ruptured Past and Future, Now
I live in moments strung in time
That touch and click and change my mind
Looking forward into place,
where none have been and none remain
I see the fragile promised taste
Of life's sheered magic unembraced.
I look back and see the flat pressed page
Of all the have-beens, dead with age.

And in this moment, poised as now
I live in light and make no vows
for vows that shackle, cage and claim
Our lives, give nothings, only maim
Empty promised, word starved lies
Leaving just one question, Why?

This, an eon sold to learn
That promises themselves can burn.

Another Poem for Pleasure
Throbbing, aching, silent dreams
Given life in Time's wide stream
Winnowed, wandering, waxing bold
Here, the story never told

My lover reached through time and tears
Touching, tender, banished fears
I was held close and trembling, cried
To know that loneliness had died

With passion deeply known and owned
So vast that Time itself was shown
That this fair loving, made to last
Sealed minds and bodies, now and past.

The Lover found despite my fears
Who challenged Time to still my tears
Who loved with all his mind-borne soul
Denying all but me, his goal

This the tortured, riven goad
This, the Lover's story told.

Fleshless touches, Mind born Love.
You reached into the throne inside
And plucked the chords I had not heard
Mind explosion, orgasmic thought
Connections unseen, made with words

I laughed and chortled with delight
Danced on spinning threads of gold
To rarely see, reflect and read
The obscure stories time has told.

This, then that, in order laid
So obvious when well addressed
What before was there but missed
Now, astonished and remeshed.

You reached into the heart of me
And with you mind changed all I see.

Thus barely had my love begun when so entranced became my heart
That I did trod each fallen day with hopes that we would never part
I dreamed a touch dropped from his hand on mine in idle, thoughtless jest
I dreamed a smiled moment wrought with fantasies of fond-thought caress
I dreamed away a world of time, found chastisement in my dearest friends
Learned to hide the barest thought that could reveal my ravishment.

This, the idle of my days
Painful love in many ways

But hidden in that roiled time
Was also joy writ so sublime
That even as I reflect in thought
I cannot wish that it were not

The Time in life that redefined
Conceptions of my will and mind.

Transmutation of Truth

Transformed, remade and tempered heat
The truth conforms, restores and comes
From places spare and vanishing
On horizons fraught with mind made storms.

The truth, removed, refitted, tried
Devolved through time and from design
Weaves and knits and mattes our lives
Into resonating, oncoming tides

All the shards of what could be
Resolve themselves into what we see
Reformed, construed into a Now
The past, tight fit, anoints, endows

As colors mutate in times rush
The future, borning light, is us.

The Sharp, Taut Smell of Spring

The winter nurtured, owned and held, the tiny points of growing life
First taut, then tendering into light
They hold the future, rapt and frail
In those first days, in silent breath
Tentative shoots curl out from death

For winter-shorn were all the leaves
Matted, sated, left to freeze
Laid upon the earth's decay
Brown and gray and aged with frost
The earth's becoming, lightly wrought
All goes in for all is naught

Cycles written, cycles owned
Cycles, traced, defacing, known
Seasons simmered in the time
Of what may be the God's design

No beginning and no end
No respite that might begin
This, the cycle of the year
Nothing there to cause you fear.

In the Arms of Night
Entwined in arms, enfolded hearts,
raptures spent and speech departs
In minutes, warmed with tendered ease
We drowse in burnished, mellowed, free
Our perfect silence, woven thoughts
Unexpected but most sought.

Sanctuaried, hard-wrought space
Where two are one inside embrace
In this scant, time perfect what-can-be
We breathe and flesh out memories
To carry into soulless time
Forever crystals in our minds.

Loving Isn't Always Having
In love we act, in love we live
Knowing others, blessed to give
Finding in another self
The soul-true things we have not felt

Entwining, joyful, ravished dreams
These, a part of what love means
Quiet giving, tender trust
This, the passion beyond lust.

Touching self, so rarely found
In Other seeming, reflected, owned
Joining spirits, always bound
In the giving we have grown.

Knowing when to act - and not
This, the lesson not forgot.

The Whole of Earth
One life, one thought, one long becoming
Through ages counted and unknown
Through spiraled thought, bestowed and shown
Human thoughts weigh in and turn
Their lives, bare motes within the churn

The past, not gone, blends light with time
The future, spent, gives form divine.

This, the sum of human ways
A fracture of the Earth's long song
The coupling life, speaks out its days
Its voice, a chord raised, lilting, strong

Pulsing, promised, spiraled, known
This fulcrum, poised and speaking true
To those whose ears are pitched to hear
The weighty wonders warping through

From life, a speaking, wondered dream
Subsumed within one arching scheme.

The Golden Beat of Radiant Heat
To still the quivering on the sun
And mask the bidden light of thought
That I might see the journey run
And melt the memories you brought

Availed of rapture, sore and hurt
I bind the time of kind and birth
A new-wrought me, untouched and tried
Because the essence of me died

This pain, so new and wounded, raw
Could I have known, imagined, saw?
That such sweet touchings, tender new
Could destroy the world I knew?

Hope eternal, vaulted dreams
Shredded, torn from seam to seam.

Ardent Thoughts of Rippled Time
Rippled time erases, eased,
incites the mind to heightened needs
The flow and warp and weave of space,
time treads moments, spare embrace

Astonishment at what is now,
looking back into the known
The languid moment of the pause,
removes the whisper of the vow
Past and future, meet and touch
In the Now of moments trust.

Long and lasting, earned and wed
Within the cusp of speechless dead.

A Trysting Caught in Steam Bred Heat

I tryst with you in laughing words
I smile, turn and walk away,
glancing back to see you watch,
confident I will not stay
You know that steam embraces us,
compiled, held in spirit trust
Steam connects the errant winds
Steam connects our thoughts and hopes
Steam is hunger, wanting, now.
It calls us back to long lost vows.
We dance as lovers, drawn in heat
savoring the tokens of delight.
While steam encloses, wraps and gleams
We leave the darkness of the night
The steps remake our time set dreams
We gasp and throb and thrum with need
Drawn on in with thoughts of steam
One sure end to lovers flight
One sure meeting, love delights.

Pleasure, Me
You are pleasure, sweet and sharp
You couch and cuddle, fill and own
Your wit repairs as still it hones
Your eyes collect and know the tones

Of spare, divined, delighted needs
That lend themselves to fine degrees
That warble, sing and echo through
The world, now shattered, we thought we knew.

Super saturated thought,
redefined and then deployed
Distilled within to viscous drought,
that explodes in perfect joy.

Born in shadows, motes of light
Minds embattled, find their sight.

The Fullness of the Mother
In me.
You move and flutter, kick and stretch
In me, alive and growing
You dance the cadenced ballet of becoming
Balanced between the Not and blood anointed birth.
In me,
Flesh of me, life removed and given, time improved and riven
For those few months I am your metronome of pauseless memory
Heart's pulsing thrum that looms as sun and earth,
Womb that stretches to subsume, enfold in growing girth
My body lends itself to your becoming
Breasts that swell, and fill and ache for tender suckling
Mind that centers on your sweet, sweet in turned strumming
Chords that blend and bond and skiens that weave and warp
In symphonies of Oning.
Reminding the inward looking soul,
Of that distant, final goal
In me.

Bindings Broken in the Wake
We bind in time with right made love, released into the sum of self
Bindings wrought with act and thought, bindings in the core and quick
Defining what and who we are,
Bindings, tendrils weave and warp and carry
Our lives and souls, in timeless spirit, needings marry
Between us life and spirit long
Touching without flesh or thought
Shadows of what came before
Penumbra of what will be
The soul of human place on Earth
Great Encompassed, always there
Born from tiny, minute thrummings
Of others, ones, for whom we care.

This, the overarching theme
Binding us in one large dream.

Source of Rare Becoming
In twisted matrixed dancing, slow and glancing, future thought
Lays the source of mind becoming, unconscious brimming that begot
Warped and woven, glazed with passing, ages focusing, made real
This, the Earth-mind birthing, shattered past, the future steel

Thin strands of lives that echo what was never what we saw
Tender fragile passage, lived in ages, paid in stages, the flesh encrusted wages
Of becoming that will heal.

This, the cycle lending, as beginnings must be wrought
From the composted shades of endings that subsume
What dust had thought.
Shattered with the touch of what cannot now be obtained
Lives that weep with souls we keep, that One might become sane.

Spirit does not answer to the questions time reveals
And mind, the final implement, will make the Oning real.

This, the one true thought I found
In papers numbered but unbound.

Cutting Courses, River runs, in the Culture
Shifting flow, ebbs and wanes, trickles first then flooding comes
This, the way that time is changed, this the means that turns and numbs

First identify the need, tragic life racked, strain to free
Then the kind of bindings used, first to own and then abuse
Number them, remember, sense, where the bindings, gnawings wince
Strain and struggle to hold fast, human spirit, stretching, gasps
Resisting courses newly wrought, because the path has not been taught
Then a trickle, laughter grows, freedom here, soon all will know
Floodgates open, rush is on, even weaklings then grow strong

The human face, divine but blind, finds new dimensions, breath and mind
In the opened course of hope, freedom beckons, broadens scope

This the charge upon us laid
Make it true with each fell day.

No Fear of Death
There is no fear in death drawn storms, no hope in shadowed life
For curtains raised or lowered come to mark the end of breath and strife
Death will come, do not remark, on wills that shiver and evade
For death is not the end of life, and life is but a gift repaid
Within your fear find also thoughts
Of places caught beyond your tears
In those told fields of mind bright thoughts
You continue, grow, and know life's Not.

Not the pulsing of your heart, not electric course of mind
Not the pull of sweet loves need, nor even children there can bind

The spirit enters, gloves drawn on, never touching, life's long song.
You thought that spirit touched your flesh, that there resided core and meshed
But no, the spirit still remains, in dimensions free of life bent pain

You, live enfleshed, raptured, known
By only shadows, touched and shown.

Forget Not Yet the Sweet Unrest
In numbered sequence, tersely writ
A course of love both rich and owned
I speak my lover, cherished wit
Of all those raptured hours shown

My mind, devoid of shadowed hope
That Love might be returned or seen
This, the field where I delope
In duel set, times destiny

To meet and touch without the flesh
Of bodies tried and scarred with years
In that sure place of minds we meshed
Freed of tortured hopes and tears

This, the offering, lately made
Given to you from this shade.

Sighted Thought in Quest
I searched the folds of muted time, adjured and vanquished, sore defined
To find the sight of one sage mind, that spoke in truth-told, golden signs
My eyes, such hungered, riven things, imagined light in soul-barbed stings
Inside the tumult of the storm, I froze, to draw close and be warmed
By one whose thoughts, in cadenced waves, gave light to Time's voice-voided caves

I gave up hope, resigned to fate, I would never know a chance rebate
Of winnowed findings, I would eat, sour dining on rough hewn meat
Until I found, in shocking place, a mind that lent unquenching taste
Of thought removed reproved and true, timeless beauty, always new.
Without belief I tried and touched, the mind-made edges, smooth and buffed

In this ether-lit and timeless place
My soul found one with matchless grace.

When Love Reflects
When love reflects and finds its being
In someone else's aching, rapture, chance made dreams
When Time, the ravager and friend
Remake the love and still it sends
Its silken ties into the fray
Of aching, raptured, savage days
In frail, fraught hope it might reprise
Echoes from someone else's' eyes

When this small, twinkling, unsanctioned thing
Finds fire resonating, brings
The promised, needed, wrenching thought
That one such lives, and one such caught
The trembled message from a mind
That breathes the self-same heart's design

When souls find harbor in the cold
Of life-long wandering, lone and old
When spirit questing wrests a yes
From fate's dimensioned, no-saying breast
Hasn't Time and Life secured
The answer which must then endure?

For when we find our heart made mate
To linger in reflecting fear
Reproves the tumult, stormy fates
And risks that we'll lose that thing most dear

So when you find you soul made fit
Never question, grab it quick.

Giving Place with Gentle Grace
One future forged from human hearts
One unrequited yes to say
One People, born from many parts
One Earth to walk in One new way

To weave the Time and righteous thoughts
To lightly live in deathless pause
Each person known, accepted, grown
To full circumference of their own.

Ideas, all woven in, respected,
Seen, protected, kinned
Ideas the imaged masks of Gods,
That live in us despite the odds

This the charge of human kind
Blend our passions, souls and minds.

The Edges of Sanity
On the carbon edge of reason, where the view is sharp and clear
There is madness in the seasons of the voices we can't hear.
Where the shadows of perception intercept the almost sane
There is frozen interception of the places torn with pain

Hear me speak.
In the quiet halls of reason, chaste, marbled, cold and known
Where muted erudition strikes a balance, bright and owned
Where agreements meet with discourse and wit strikes through to show
That reality is safe, limits bound, within the world we know.

Hear me.
In that fractured world illusion, where you think that you are safe
A precipice approaches, hurdling, speeding toward our place of grace
Never known until we tumble into voids we cannot see
Reality is fragile, shadowed, lost in what will be.

Know this.
So remember when your premises, so safe, benign and smug
Tip our world into a another, which you dismissed with one brief shrug.
That the reality you think is safe, with boundaries set and carved in place
Has never been, can never be; this world's becoming binds us to what we dare not see.

Passions Calling, Mind Reproves
I pulse, and throb, and banish thought,
I sublimate and still remain
The tender source of savaged needs,
that ignites a fire far from sane
Winnowed follies, choice select,
these mind made raptures still detect
The architect of their sweet prints,
in one who cannot give consent

For he is caged by his own will,
by choices that he stands by, fulfills
While his passions starve, his flesh reproves,
his intellect condemns and moves
Toward drought and need and maddened dreams,
that consume and still relieve
The long felt emptiness, deep within,
that passion source where life begins

Caught between the light and shade
Prisoned by the choice he made.

I'll Throw You On the Bed!
If I could have my way with you,
inhale your skin and taste your lips
If I could learn each crease and fold,
hair and freckle, what each told
Speak dark magic in your ears,
retrofit all of your fears
If I could sprinkle laughtered wit,
among the pillows, where we fit

Explore the raptured, heart held soul,
that yearns and thirsts and lends me glow
Remind the spirit, cradled there, that time,
our Mother, forgives dispair.
Plumb still-born dreams, now fractured,
fused, in sad condition, worn, abused
The peace, serene friend of hope,
would mend our lives, increase our scope.

Reward the strength that does not freeze,
when fate and reason can't agree.
Sweet lips that linger, taut and tart,
reprove these minutes spent apart
Remembered metronome of time,
counting down our lives in numbered lines
This, reflection, still-point born,
from hours wasted, gravid, torn

Remember this, sweet heart's delight
We both will grace death's longest night.
So if we would sip this chaliced drink
Trust your passions, breathe deep and think

To sup on You
I drink, divining, from your lips, taste the hours of our lives
Satiate my body's needs and retrospect on all the lies
That banish what is real and true
Within the place that we once knew

I recollect the houred thrums of rabid need and wrenching sums
That tally all the fledging thoughts
That tarry where our wills will not
In that place of sharp reproof,
Anguish reigns and pain seeps through

Regret not I your unmade vows
Those mind made wordings, hollowed, torn
Neither do I yet unsay the passioned promises then endowed
But not yet, the lover said, tinged with longing wrapped in thought
Not just yet, unraveled cloth, that begins a process, newly spun

Retreat from pain, and aching need
In peace, I leave my heart to bleed.

Wordward Lover, Fractious Thoughts
Words that wander in my mind,
anchors of emotive scenes
Evoking pictured condiments to
what the world can really mean
Prismed light, reflected thoughts,
warping wrapping, callowed, honed
By all the sheering, vested clearing,
mind can sculpt and spirit own

These, the tooled, hardened implements
Used to plumb the mind's descent
Into the place not always known
The place located inward of bone

Before the thoughts, before impulse
Before the lust, and trust and scope
Before the raptured, aching needs
This place established, mind's own seed

This, the word-touched, homeward point
That you and I, One, will anoint.

Emptied Thought
I still the voice that speaks and dreams
Still the thoughts that almost touch
The faintly known, empassioned schemes
That drove me, anguished, frightened, judged

I stilled that voice of shattered dreams
Still cacaphonies of plans
To see the now forgotten scenes
That, buried, made me what I am

In that abandoned, shackled place
Where time and thought can interlace
Still-point of forgotten age
Where nothing done is not delay

Where Now is wrought with runic thought
And hours spent remade and taught
The spirit of forgotten peace
The future shape of memory

There, in that pristine cusp of time
I linger to reclaim what's mine.

Life in Death
There is no life is time torn death
No love, no touching, nothing born
No stippling of lighted days
No raptured songs, swell out, adorns
The sylvan, meadowed, fevered world
Where innocence is no reward

Innocence, the ignorance that gives us permit to undo
The waking dream of pristine memes
Reviling thus the mind bent cord
And so connects, reflects, detects
The banishment of nature's sword

No life in thought, no shallow dream
No mind made lock on infant schemes
Remands us into infancy
This one way trip commits and frees

The wandered soul to lightened heights
That understood, can so delight

Part of Me
You're part of me, you weave my day,
with heated thoughts, remarks and play
I tender, pause, and breathe your scent
in woofed and stippled increments
You, the passion born in me,
that time might kindle what will be.
Part of me, collect of time,
through the rippled, course divine
To gleam and fracture, grasp and own,
this epic master, cast and shown.

You the part of me retained
When all else is lost to pain

You, the chord, sung true and strong
In non-elective, voiceless song
That I hear through out my frame
giving light to days that maimed

You the shadow, you the light
That holds and folds in shrouds of night
You the source, the core of me
You, passioned mote, can make me free.

Trysting Eyes
I tryst with you through eyes that hold,
The promises I have not told
I lace, and languish, lull and lilt,
Echoed imaged, mind made guilt
I feel too much, and give myself,
Unrestricted, but not compelled

You pulse and tarry in my mind,
Even when I'm not inclined
Your ready wit and Time worn heart
Has ravished me in every part
Because I let you into me
No place there is truly free

You, my lover, timid, meek
Afraid to take the thing you seek.

Heavy Limbs and Languid Longings
The time lays heavy on my heart
The clock ticks only when I watch
Ignored, despised and used to start
I simmer sadness, hurt and caught

Between a future I can't touch
And a past that shattered, broke
I've always cared too very much
Now love reminds the cost bespoke

I coin out follies, days sublime
Remaindered memories that tell
That life remains, both coarse and fine
Bought most dear with heart's travail

You, the item so desired;
Hope the cost I paid entire.

The Sweet Unrest of the Unconsummated Quest
Needing, wanting, dreaming, trapped,
Scheme to have her imaged flesh
Feel your cured, to relapse
Into hunger raging needing
That consumes and leaves us bleeding

This, the place where we both stand
Waiting, waiting, for what command?

Ricocheting in your mind
Skin and touching, sweet, sublime
Never having, never touched
In this sparse way avoid so much

Passion laughs when we delay
Because it knows the end of days
That send our wishes into death
Of all that raptures, fond, caressed

Fate smiles at the silly fools
Who hesitate because of rules
That don't apply to soulward needs
The kind of love that cannot freeze

But burns, unstopping through all time
Untouched by death, distress or mind

This, the hours running past
Reminds, defines and then declines
To take the weight of follies greed
And do the thing long since agreed
Only you, in this can act
Do so before all time impacts

Very Physical
I ache and fever for your touch, my skin cries out, must have, must have
The thirsting skin and flesh and mind, now empty, look and need and twine
Into the soul starved place within,
Where light and hope and time begin

You idle in your hectic days, your will that stagnates and delays
The cusp approaching, soul-seared bliss,
that began with just one mind made kiss

No lipped embrace in world of place
No forbidden fondled, kindled sign
To show the world wherein you live
That you'd found a mistress, soul sealed bliss

In what frail place in past made days
Did you imprint with light thought haste
That shadowed mind-meld tortured peck
That shackled me with steel-forged respect?

Respect that sees, and knows and gains
Through time, in space wove fracticious pain?

If I had known where this would lead
Would I have written or given heed
To all the shards of molten thought
That ravish, sunder, pillage, rob?

The sanity I had in hand
When I had not known you as a man?

Structures and Dying
We build them in our minds and hearts
Vaulted ceilings, pledged with lives
We build them into time and start
To think of them as living, wise

Tools to carry us past our years
To hold what we have built and done
Cathedraled barriers for our fears
To convince that battle can be won

No limits of our human lives
On death, and famine, anguish, breed
They say the No and thus divide
Our living wills from age lost creeds

Churches, nations, institutues
Clubs and places we reside
All of these, we hope refute
The knowlege that we, ourselves, must die.

Remember as you build and strain
To put on another coat of paint
That structures have no life or breath
No spirit moves their always death

Never living, never filled,
Never speaking, never real
Within the least of us abides
The thing eternal that death denies.

Look on house and castle, mill and keep
See shadowed things that humans make
To challenge death and lend us sleep
From knowing death's unchallenged wake.

Accept that death in us resides
And structures can't turn back that tide.

Serene Encaptured, Laughing, Free
It vanished between two sharp made breaths
Before, I roiled, trapped and owned
Then, one lung encaptured gasp exhaled duress
And left me quiet, wondering, lone.

Amazed, unready to believe
That shackled will could dare to breathe

The thought of him who held and touched
Receded, fled, consumed in dust

I plumbed my mind, renewed and shorn
Of electric, pounding, savage, morned

My body, mine again at rest
My mind a weaving, astonished guest

Within a place I'd ceded, lost
To one who used, abused then tossed

The soul of what I will become
Into the past of addled sums.
Will I regret this harbored peace?
Will I remember passion, grieve?
Will I unnumber all the days
That owned and held, taught raptures ways?

I wait to see what time will show
But freed is peaceful, this I know.

Good by to Pleasure
We touch the knowing, time has past,
delivering up the hard edged rule
We'll not entwine, delight and know,
transcendent joy; embrace most cruel
No, the fates decree read out.
No, the echo from our hearts
No, the fractured, time lost renewal,
of that fierce life and canceled doubts.

No, it resonates, impales, the hopes
and fears that are my core
No, the last impending shout that
honors all that marks and scores
No. The final, raveled chord,
the banished hope its own reward
No the faint and wrenching grief,
that stills my soul with surged relief.

No to what is wrong, recants,
the kind of life that should enchant.
Instead I turn to view the void,
that promises a love employed
To be and grant, becoming more,
than that sparse thing we once enjoyed
A love true forged in honor bright,
that stays and plays the soul long night
Entwines my heart with one who gives,
the best of honor he can live

Pleasure touched me, held my soul,
seduced my mind and reaped my goals
To turn, unthinking from the wage,
that torn and slew the love I gave.

But I, now tempered in his heat
Amend my soul, tell truth, and grieve.

Rebirth of Year
Cycle wintering through time,
begins to thaw and shift and grow
The Year's own seasoned what-will-be
draws on life, remembers, sows
Seeds, remakers of the past,
capsules of the Year's last gasp
Surviving winter's savage storms,
sustained by chance and growing warm
Burgeon into greening thought,
untidy havoc life has wrought

Thoughts unspoken, drawn in time,
thoughts bespoken, show sublime
Unrelenting, unbroken lines,
draws our memories back in time.
Life, beginning, life undone,
life unending, from one dark sum.
While forward into this Year's place,
we see renewal forged with grace
Reprove the unremitted death,
that wintered in the darkest depths

Spring, the symbol and the cause,
of hope's assurance, forwards draws
Us into the appointed rounds,
of life's renewal, winter bound

Furrows fertile, Goddess takes,
the reassurances we make
In fielded, sacred, time made rite,
or in the pulse of harbored night
Life continued life employed,
life regenerates, deploys
The sum and sanction, mind and heart,
that resurrection, life restart

From buds that flower, grass that thrusts,
birthing mothers, time vaulted trusts
That life, exemplifies, renews
the One eternal, known, imbued
With inner sureness, gravid thought,
that life, the always, will not stop.

Late Afternoon Idyll
I lock the door against alarm,
the golden light is muted, long
Jasmine tinged, the air seeps in
inhale, reflect and think again
I light a candle, turn back the sheets,
take off my clothes, breathe sharp and deep
The canopy, enclosed, defines
this place in time that is all mine.

I share with no one in the flesh
but in my mind, one person, yes
Moves within this couched bower
touches me at every hour.
One other mind, one other soul
remembers, this, our always goal.
I feel his laughter, touch and lips
hands that raptured, mind that sips
Thoughts from places, obscure, sublime
places reflected in both our minds.

He lays with me upon the bed
breasts, he fondles, tongues and frets
Of every part he will enjoy
as in my mind I to, employ
Imagination, spirit, thought
to give him all the pleasure wrought
By bodies blending, inciting needs
that between ourselves light raptures seed

This the nap I never miss
Raptured rest and soul seared kiss.

Pain that Consumes
Pain, lacing through my spirit and erasing who I am.
Pain, manumitting constellations, subsuming integrations
Becoming conflagrations within the transubstantiation,
of the cracked, unmercied mayhem deep within

I forget its absent aching, reject its fragmented takings
Dine in stomach-wracked, forsaking
by the last, uneasy plea
Please, pass away and let me be.

All is loss and none can help me
Surrounded, fenced and mounted
By the inward seeking fingers of
a vicious, coursing whisper
Building to a shouting ember
Burning me and all that enter
into things now unremembered

Was is always so, internal?
Will I die and bless the promised funeral?
Will I never know the reason why I tremble
With pain which kills and humbles
No gain as the spirit fumbles
To remain
Among the sane?

I put down the plundered fearing
And amend the darkened nearing
Of the times, removed but clearing
That reprove and yet conceal me
From the demon all consuming
That owns and still runs through me
without end.

Embracing what I fear to know
Lends light to where I cannot go.

In the Thrall of Thought and Space and Light
Captive by my own hard will,
held by that which in me knows
That this, the substance where we live,
integrates, reforms and shows
The shape, the timbre, shadows, light,
of future scenes and ending night
Thralled, reminded, blended, owned
from ethereal echo down into bone

Intellect, the fortress breeched
that Mind, the harbor, could be reached.
Stripping off the What-is-not,
to see the shape that I forgot
Abandoned in the core of Light
that this persona might find flight
I taste and suckle, hone, improve
that pulsing thought that in me moves
To nurture, gleem, excise, remind
the places, shallowed, not inclined
To join the raptured, weaving song
that Human Mind, joined Truth, prolongs
That Time, and Light, and sheer edged Truth
might blend the memories, capture youth.
Fashion that unending tool
that for the Earth, assures renewal.

Blue Moon
The Blue Moons speaks in wordless dreams,
that fracture time, sublime, unseen
To ravish wills and challenge plans
that, unconsidered are thus unmanned

The Blue Moon seeps into your soul
touching, thwarting all your goals
That born in wordward, Western place
are incomplete and without grace

The Blue Moon calls and beckons you
to reconsider what you do.
To pause within this cusp of time
and evaluate with one whole mind

The Blue Moon, sered and ancient Dame
reminds you of the longer game
That gives and takes and renders moot
rules that bind one kind of truth

The Blue Moon, never fickle, set in time
always coming, always kind
Grants you wishes, long since made
though undelivered until today.

The Blue Moon, rising tide of hope
will never plead, coerce or joke
But in its season, can be availed
the gifts and joys for which you railed

The Blue Moon. light of time past known
denied us nothing we need or know
But grants, with shadowed, ransomed wit
the promised gift, if you see fit.

So consider well Her seldom touch
Before you while away so much.

Light the Moon
Reflected light, arched high and true
denotes the laughter Stranger slew
Laughter lodged inside my frame
the Stranger, strangled and defamed.
Stranger to my eyes and touch
no Stranger to my wakened lust
No Stranger to my thoughts and hopes
no Stranger to delights own scope

A Stranger came into my life
scored the heart I thought was safe
Within my hard-edged tempered mind
smug, I watched the clever theft
No Stranger to the in turned song
chorded, chanted, often wronged
But cradled in me, often changed
but telling love and never maimed
Until the Stranger, suave and kind
made grave inroads in my mind

Stranger, emptied me of tears
Leaving just my hope wrung tears.

An April Fool
It's not the month, the day or time,
that makes us fools, faults our minds
It's not a thing, external, seen
that leads us into churlish scenes
But the mistaken, inner, harbored coils
that disabuse, amuse and roil
The sorest known delection there
is built upon mistook despair
Funny down into the bone
When misapprehensions make us moan

This, the gift of April showers
carries in it unseen powers
Muscled minds built up a fence
that could make a Goddess wince
But misdirection, joking, glib
reveals the faults within there hid.

April's magic, acknowledged not
is in the revelation wrought
That laughter peeks from every place
when lookers see what truth they face.

Cuddling In
Sated, drained, we both subside,
in sheeted sanctum, barely tried
We twine and nuzzle, learning ways
to fit ourselves, as love still plays
I trace the shape of your sweet lips
remind myself, delight and slip
In closer to your warming shape
Happy with this life's rebate

While you relax in well earned fatigue
having done your best to please
Your arms remand, demand I stay
and never turn and slip away.
I couch my head upon your breast
Giving it the best found rest
While hands continue to caress
All the parts that did their best

Sanctum of our love made ease
This, the place where lovers tease.

In Fantasy
In fantasy we love and prove,
our timeless lust, revived and owned
We dance in bound and quaking steps
that bear us ever closer pressed
Into the ravishment, delight
of velvet folded, mind sought night

In fantasy we've lived and moved
enjoined, ignoring all reproof
From time scarred memories reflect
the occupation we delect
Within our minds, so newly known
we find that now we're not alone

Reflected in a stranger's eyes
our secret self, in other guise
So bodies join, embracing souls
their intertwining, time's own goal
Within a place, both deep and owned
we recollect the love most honed
By all the acts, without and in
that made of us such well fit friends
Lovers, living, found inside
the place that holds the One delight.

Convention Detection and Interdiction
The past is present in the now,
reflecting, eddied, time warped vows
That recreate the patterned thoughts
that underlay the work we wrought.

Summoned from that living age,
when minds wrote truth on every page
Touched, reminded, owning, banned
from giving in to Time's command

In that time of fragile threads,
woven, woofed and spun our best
We walked and spoke in sharp relief
to think we'd altered human Keep

In that short season, lit in space
forgotten, culled from history's trace
We lived our lives, and bowed our heads
bereft of hope consumed by dread

Sustained in breathing, numbered days
by visions of the price delayed
By those, unable to inform
the futures lost in Time's own storm

So in shadowed absence we lived and died
That ages coming might turn time's tide.

Darkling places in my soul
Within my soul
Where darkness breeds
Where nothings whisper, touch and grieve
Where cycles of unbidden time
insinuate, remind and dine
On those uncertain hopes and fears
The banishment of all my years

Within my soul
unhallowed realm
where light reverses, strife screams and rails
Where nothings linger to remind
The limits of the scope of mind
In this place where time meets light
I encounter death, rebirth and sight

Within the place of shackled eyes
That riven corner filled with lies
I pause because I cannot know
The hard edged truths that do not show

Within that place, not soil or time
Within that vestibule of mind
I cannot know as I once did
The truth so deep and firmly hid.

I learn again to know by just
what is not mind, or body's touch
I learn to search, and feel and own
Knowledge older than Earth's bones

Being Happy
Being happy is a burble of the fraction of a stream
Never growing, not becoming, what is central to our dream

Begin happy that evades the core allegiance to our quest
is happiness which costs too much to keep or to request

Being happy is unconscious, walking without thought of place
Being happy is the child-self that, unthinking has no grace

When your mind cuts past the scenes of illusive fairy tales and sees
The raptured dawn of certain thought, happy dies and is not sought

Intense, abiding, always things
Replace the happy unmade dreams

And life internal can begin
Speaking to us from time's end.

A Place for Healing: Yosemite
Shining stone that stretches sky,
serene, and launching open thoughts
An aged crone with stark white hair,
bows before the thin gold air
Open valley, cup of peace,
held in the hands of gods that sleep.

Cathedral of a raptured range
that denies our fears and stills our pain.

Breathe deep.
The sharp and tender scents of life
blend and tickle, tint and glow.
Perfumed thoughts of wind-born life, renewed,
compelled, an ageless strife

Echoes from the time wrought stones whistle,
whimper, shout and moan
Birth song of the coming place,
this time caught in moments grace

The light caught movements, vaulted heights,
alive with visions, forged by life
The Earth's slow coming into thought,
cherishing the age long Not.

Symphonic motion, tempered time,
place elected, cusp divine.

In this place my spirit rests,
forging time's next aching quest.

When We Know Down Into Bones
Some things I know just in my brain,
they bounce and jiggle, hum, detain
I know because they're always there
never questioned therefore squared
With what ever else I've read and thought
true because no questions caught
My construct of the world without
Absent questions, cancel doubt

But other places, kinds of knowing
Have annoyings ways of showing
What I know in mind based steel
can tansmutate, subsume and steal
The prefect world I thought I knew
And sheer its anchor to what's true

This, the world that now sets sail
Against the trust, beyond the pall

And into the shadowed and unknown
I walk to find what is not shown
by electric, motes, suspended thought
That undetected world forgot.

This, the journey wrapped in time
Safaried quest back into mind.

The most ancient of human songs
Enwombed in tendriled thoughts
that shadow stillness not yet born
I rediscover harbored doubts
and dance in fragile, lightning storms

Body speaks with soul worn ease
and languishes with time joined plans
That leave the present place diseased
ripped and sundered from the land.

Enwombed in time and touched by death
the voices speak, subsumed in dark
To tender hopes, once wrought in breath
now owned as history, writ and stark

The chaliced holding that removed
the lasting passions come and gone
Now blazing with the past's reprove
their iridescent moment ages long

I float in passions honored wake
Waiting for the future's sake.

Lesson In Gnosis
Breath deep.
There is not silence there but motion, sound and light,
conveyed through coiled thought

Breath deep.
Listen to the blending chorus, voiced and well content to be and do,
unwinding inner binding into a future lost to you.

Breath again, with deeply felt amends
Be the breath that rushes inward questing, finding place,
milked and taken deeper into space.

Hear your body speak.
Not mind but body-mind that dances time
filled fantasies in rhythms touched by kind

Organs echo needs and plans
Each conscious of the others, wending paths into the unseen end of time
They murmur, muse and mutter of the troubles found in the design

Unity of the sublime
Finding balanced dance in motion seated moments strung in time
They dance beneath the fabric of the consciousness within the mind

One is you, subsumed in tuneless toil
Tiny motes within the coil

Of the divine.

The Touch of Time
Time touches colors, mutes, extols,
the shattered patterns forward thrust
Thought time divides us from the past,
lending mystery and disguise
to place of mind beyond our eyes

Time, illusion, dimensioned tool,
perception bound by rigid rules.
Laws that fractured, shredded, sheered,
debased by calculated thought
descended from those images not taught
Echoed in mind's consciousness,
bound to roil and distress

For while embraced within the void of time
Minds regained their sight
And discovered that their essence,
wafted and sure, within the Light.

The Last Poem

I wrote myself onto the page,
tapping straight into my veins
I waltzed and spoke, raptured, pained
called, devised that I stay sane.
The force of you invaded, shook,
the world in which I've always lived
Delighting senses I had forsook
I found that I'd still love to give.
Recalled from my forgotten core
remade to sweeten, give and more
To tender thoughts and mind-made dreams
That life had banished and forbid
These the things that love can give.
and these the promises redeemed.

All of this and much, much more
incited passions long denied
And in that harbored, golden store
I found the substance of delight

In you all of those life-long threads
met to capture, rapture, bred
And in that secret hidden place
we met to touch, delight, embrace.

I found a mind alive with thought
enabled to expand and see
Thus ended for me the threat of drought;
the fear that such could never be.

In you.

I tasted, knew, explored, renewed
A dream of passion, for once made true.

How did it end, this passion play?
On this rare morning of this set day?

The answer raveled out in thoughts
Banishing certainty and doubt.
Sometimes one path won't feel our tread
Because there are others we take instead.

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