In your eyes a lagoon brown-green where water and earth interflow- under the balmy spring air awakening the summer sparkle. Substratum repose into star filled night a cove still, reflective, dark like a feminine force the moonstone glint shimmers- casting a tenderness through the umber and ash and over the sleek onyx silhouette bathed inContinue reading “Wellspring”
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Love me when I’m not Looking
Slip into the shadows of psyche. Willow drapes hide realities too powerful to sing aloud. Leave me in the dark, where all I can do is feel magic and mystery. Save my eyes the affirmation that sets me aflame. Mystic fingertips of the breeze that delves deep into me~ Can you feel the fertility ofContinue reading “Love me when I’m not Looking”
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”
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