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Wiscoy Valley

Remember that night in the echinacea fields we plunged the curvature of the land- cephalic, ready to wash in. Burning at the crowning moment before the blood’s warm calm flow replaces the tidal. Eddies of summer air brushing skin. Moonlit consonance of our bodies. The heavy dew soaking our garments.

Evanescent

Reflection of descent upon the cracks of Seattle’s Third Street- filthy water blemishes the sun. Alone, the transients drown there in the remnants of yesterday’s rain.

blue

jade spills over the crimson cup flashing scents of jasmine and mimosa from a childhood headache recalled like lanterns burning on a starless night salt water dries slowly on muslin cloth leaving the taste of a lover’s sweat who slides into memory and the warm sheets of topaz Silky and shimmering in moonlight his skin,Continue reading “blue”

Drinking scotch, under the stars, with you.

I follow the heart pace prancing in my chestFeeling the spiritual pang keep timeto the moments pulsing on, over, intoan Earth breath- taken between, sips of Drambuieas we sit together, pellucid.Each liquored lick echoing. Intoxication moves like lavender honey.I follow the incitement back, and find you fusing to my heart,then thrusting me toward you -ForContinue reading “Drinking scotch, under the stars, with you.”

bruised soles

drinking the darkness dancing upon ground that pound bruises into souls to heal- powerful the rhythm pulls the cords of my current moving- the vibrations of soil, bloodstreams, heartbeats, breath steam third eye root note the web tactile the heat and air and sweat and earth blaze into soles and my soul sings out thisContinue reading “bruised soles”

Bicycling the Root River trail

Summer rain gracedthe kind to catchin awestruck mouth. To run in as a child would.The rain falls upon my hair, face, shoulders and sweeps me into open breeze speed.Divination of the crows echothe prophetic percussion of raindrops through the tree canopyon sojourn to the twisting Root River.I halt, exhale the ecstasy of my bicycle’s speed.RaindropsContinue reading “Bicycling the Root River trail”

Promenade

I could soar while falling into you. Breakwater high from the rush. surrender like I was born again- testify! weak from beautiful narcosis. Hungry for the next hit, another shot lovingly degraded- strung out on you. This blend is pure & organic the good stuff, created from the divine. such ecstasy was meant to be.Continue reading “Promenade”

Holy Land

Bridges are flooded. Moonlight cast into darkness. Passing- some will see death, lying in surrender, begging for footsteps. The pacifist is dreaming in this moonlight weaving funeral blankets from hemp cord, eating organic hummus. The soldier searches for a way to get back to his waking nightmare, to soothe the violent mind like calendula balmContinue reading “Holy Land”

a moment

She stands, patiently waiting to ask me if I got a cup of coffee The morning cold around me, and I am not paying attention to my mother, in slippers Standing outside in the rain wondering if I have everything I need.

North at 2nd Chakra

There is an insidious charm in tearing down mores, a tempestuous taste so sweet to hips and lips. Lascivious laps of crimson hot pleasure blinding and burning in thrilling heats bliss. I may salaciously smile at carnal sensation desire to cure cravings left lingering. I would hunger on, longing to go beyond. So we crossContinue reading “North at 2nd Chakra”