Mmmmm

mmmmmight 

the cold wet

out in the night

be coaxing us

beneath blankets

mmmmmust

the clouded moon

cast such notions

of nocturne motions

across the bed

mmmmmeant

in this moment

between two souls

halves to be full

of each other

mmmmmore

calls out for more

in cold wet night

and clouded moon

stretched across the bed

 

Of the South Wind

relentless winds

of my arid homeland

wail as banshees

within my soul

the cusp of energy

is a dust storm

raging in my psyche

this torrent is clearing

a path before me

all the tangled briars

of long ago loves

the twisted vines

traumas have cultivated

the stone mountains

that have formed

from iced over oceans

of emotions never revisited

all these are being swept away

to leave a smooth path

of Zen attuned sand

in its wake

upon the sand Fate

writes the way

to you

Pep-deck talk

sometimes a heavy heart

must be thrown overboard

to keep from sinking the

vessel it floats upon

what is this anchor 

you've tied yourself to

at the bottom of the sea

in those dismal depths

you'll never reach where

you want to go if you

keep this weight of safety

around your anxious feet

the stuck is bad luck

you must let it go and

then you must let it flow 

row, row, row your heart

 

Under the April moon

a heart is given

a heart is taken away

a heart is misled

and then finds its way

through centaurs

and crabs nestled

in water urns bearing

the royal beast

the set of bullish twins

have finally been balanced

and march with

a parade of pachyderms

under the April moon

No longer waiting

 the question was 

“Are you waiting 

for someone?”

and the answer is

“Not any longer.”

for waiting only

lets life pass by 

and we both need

to live for this love

so we will live

with this love until

this love lifts our lives

 

Oeuvre

I want to draw you

out of shadow

every contour of your

face and figure

let it all lay on 

the page in front of me

let my pen dip

into a well of light

to illuminate your soul

and enlighten my eyes

to the radiance of your own

let the tip of my brush

trace the outline of your lips 

and pull the hues down 

your neck and chest

to where I can see

the pulse of your heart

beneath the stretched canvas

let me draw you

out of shadow

and into my arms

Sunday sun

my vision rests

in the bare arms

reaching out into

the blue of the sky

a phantom taps

on my right wrist

as I hold it behind

my reclined head

in the intensity of

passionate sunrays

my flesh whispers

prayers to summon

the slightest breeze

a sweet invocation

falling in the drips

of glistening sweat

to ask the cool to

dance with the heat

while March teeters

in April's advance