ALWAYS

always when i'm
in the forest of your
eyes,
i'm never lost, only
traveling the deep green
to the horizon
of your sight.

and always, when the ocean
of your body, takes me,
I flout out on the
lulling waves of your
tide, that soothes and returns me
refreshed and new,

when the air and sky of
your hands enfold me
and drew me from earth,
to flight, my heart flutters,
in the worm thermals
of your palm and fingers.
that lift me higher into
the thin air, and embraces
me, holding me aloft
in your passions.

I am a voyager, and you
are the vastness of the
new world,
and the forests, and earth
and sky and seas
that you are
sustains me,
and I travel towards the
endless horizon that
is you.

and I in my wondering
am nourished by the worm
bread of your flesh,
and quenched by the
close beating of your
heart.
you are my sustenance,
the soft red earth of your body
fertilized
with the nourishing
flowing of your
streams, and rivers, and tributaries,
running longingly to your sea.
your waters holding me,
pulling me throw the
thousand voyages of your
body and eyes.,
and yet,
you remain, virgin wilderness,
largely unexplored, uncharted,
and your horizons,
and starry sky
will sustain me


and I will spend my days
traveling the rivers and sea,
and air, of your being,
until my hands, and eyes,
and body
have mapped and charted
every forest, every stream every
river and tide, of the shrouded
wilderness of your body,
to the endless horizon
of your being….
till the end of my days.

I Cannot Have You

I cannot have you through the silt of
history, your soft skin drifting with the tug of tides,

and the sky folds black and in the creased darkness
my longing hands find only warm empty air; they flutter and glide in
the silence of the night, till they tumble into there
private history,

touching phantoms that breathe and leak a bitter
brine sea. and you no longer traveling the line between history
and the sea.

my longing grows thin and transparent
as the air throbs with your absence

and the ghost of my eyes tear the fabric of night
and places you there. my hands swim the darkness
waiting for the memory of skin, waiting for the revolving of
the wheel.

to bring it back around, so that my empty hands
can hold your warmth and the history that your
body whispers,

But I cannot have you.



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In the syrup of the sun
My eyes warm and stinging
Grow tired of the excursions
The smooth fugue of other voices
Slick trout in an anxious stream
The surface tension only broken
When my eyes drift with the
Current and capture the white of
Crested waves.

In the sticky sun, currents of
Water and shadows, I search
Myself, eyes rolled inward
Into the gray creases and white
Explosions that flow and jump
Under the surface tension
Of aging wrinkled skin


My eyes fall down into
The dust that drifts from
Air, a soft folding desert
Edges and ends smoothed over
blanketed and streaked out,
I forget the twisting of
Clocks and little hands
That grasp and claw gently
Tearing bits of me pulling at the
Dust and letters that capture my name.


The bareness of snow drifts
Undulate into the twirl of
Worlds, and I monochromatic
Reminds me that eyes and
Sight clash, and which is to be
The lure and which to be the snare,
As I unravel in the blister of
Sun.


Through my new squint into
The shine and bright the
squeeze and sting is tolerated
With the new warmth and heated
Shaft.


I still skim along the tension surface
Of the cloying air moving from and to
With no voice to tremble the blue
The steps down the flow that cascades
And falls, barriers from the spawn

The curves and roles green and
Brown, dappled in the drip of
Light, the slake of shadows traps
The eye, and I linger in the current
Treading air and stream as my eyes
Surround the white bubble and froth
That captures, and I wonder the snaps of
Pupils and shut of lids.


The salmon leap, thrash then splash
And spasm in there desperate drive
Breaking water and clime the rushing
Changing stability
Leap after leap to the sluggish
Calm to empty then fade from
Gold to pail and the blinking out.

And I return to spawn the light
To dark to fill the row
And I turn surrounded by the
Flow the ripples and foam slips
By, the current pulls grasps
Loosening my hold on the pebbled
Bottom

The swim and tumble in
Floundering and frantic till
the ticking down and the paling
of eyes and the sticky light
oozes finally out, the rough tumbles
down and I still gaze with shattered
eyes into the swaddling dark
of the least explored, those damp
caves filled with the echoing drip
of desperate stalactites slowly growing
Invisible.

This is the time of water, a day
Of erosion peeling the slicing
Edge, dulling the sharp, piercing
To a dull blunt blade,
And I pendulum down through the
Dark secrets of my self falling beyond
The rivers and lakes running away
Leaking out till my eyes grow
Dry and pail, knowing that I cannot have you

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My hands long for the warmth of touch.
They hunger for more than sleep in the comfort
Of cloth.

More than the labor of creation, they long to discover
The vast unknown territory of your body.

My hands long to see more than chores and scraping labor
They hunger for the spices of cloves and nutmeg , they dream
Of breathing in the dust of the vanilla of your desire.

My hands long to taste more than prayers and books,
They want to run there lips and tongue down the lines and
Curves of your rolling tenderness and to sup the liquid of your lust

My hands long to taste more than necessity and commitment
They ache and throb for the cool gulp of your hips and the warm
Sting of your thighs

My hands need to consume more than days and distances,
They yearn for the sea of your body to drown themselves in the depth
Of your endless embrace.

My hands long for more than the earth and loam of this world
They dream of he ghosts of thunder that slumbers in your breasts,
They long for the fires that burn and the coals that smolder
In the palms of your hands, but in there longing they know they cannot have you.


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what is this a sea without shore? no whispering rocks
or lamenting sand to roll and slide along the lip and tongue of water

no legs to open in welcome to find solace in the
wet heat of ocean tides; the sea surges in your hands
fingers knobby thin and bony,

and of strength and compassion that hold the
passion of planets and the light of million spiral stars

in the tips of your hands and you spill your change
into me and my lips blush with the dew of your desire

your hands the breezes that move my sea to rise and
surge and rise again to to drew new hips and lines.

the fruit of wine and eyes dark as desire and as
consuming as the silver phases of the moon.

drawing the sea to its suckling breath, to feed and travel the
the crests of waves and foam and sea and shoreline
the unifying of earth and water.

hips grinding lust and creation as the streak of white caps
glint there passing in the convulsive sea. rubbing stone to nothing
in your slow passing.

and your hands surround me and drew me to your mouth
and in the crucible of the sea your hands hold me until
the final emotion and the sea takes us.

and rubs us to nothing in the lustful grinding of the sea.
and when the tide rolls out, in the salt air the tang
whispers that i cannot have you.

October Country

on the cusp of possibility,
when the rage surges, and only my brittle bones poke through
and i fall limp in your guile, not knowing the face behind the silents

and with that denial i tumble into a painless sleep!!

and through the murk of history
through the shade of the past
from you the same patters,
the same secrets,the same silents.
from me the same dance, the same steps,

and my eyes grasp the smoke and shimmer,
my eyes embrace your mirage, your fear of me seeing,
the fear of me touching
digging into the silt of sorrow and despair,


and peeling away the scabs of time till the
simple ooze speaks the tongue of epiphany.

yet sound brings no light, i am still forbidden to see you.
only your shadows that lurk in the tight constraint of skin.


I gently roll the moment and waves of time, and open
to sallow the tight ball of salt,
the bitter taste that has stung the flesh with fire and putrid breathing.

and this purgatory of October
cuffs my motion through this Halloween country,
and the chill and upheaval lick and gnaws my knuckled fists.

as the bubble of history swells then bursts

and i freeze rooted in the fall of red and orange leaves,
rooted in the earthy aroma of decomposing leaves,
and the sharp tang of drowsy sleep that the earth lingers in

and i find myself with the scent of apples, and pumpkins
and my injured heart hammers with unwanted haunting,
unwanted epiphanies,
and my chest caves as it spasmodically gasps in this air.

and the tremble and vertigo floods the blood,
and again, i taste the salt, the bitter tang of my harvest, and i long for a never returning spring, a warmth sweet and filling
as the sea that i long for on this changeable October morning.

and i sigh, knowing that this salt, this sting of old new wounds, will subside, and slip below the surface.

yet the red and angry scars
remain, tattoos that no rub of time will erase.

and i will master the agonies, i will swallow the sorrow, and move from your time.

diminished, diminished by silents, diminished be illusion, of chunks of flesh lost diminished yet strengthened.
lessons masted, or at least tested.

but October mornings like this
the scent of change carries me beyond myself within my self.
and i taste the salt and breath in the earthy aroma of decay,
and impending slumber.

and i long for the salve for my slow healing wounds,
that a scant moment ago i thought
healed, and vanished

yet this October, this smell of Halloween has touched the hidden ache
that i am doomed to carry
and opened me wide to what i am, and to what i was , and will be.
that there is no change, only fear in your eyes and a unhappiness that taints your skin.

and the dark clouds of impending storms hold my eyes, as body trembles, fearing the fury and rage of the storms that i know will come.

but a deep calm pulls me inward and i know and understand that storms are only storms.

and i can and will endure them, that they in themselves cannot overwhelm me. and alone i will embrace them for what they are, and alone will emerge from this haunted time, this time of ghosts and demons
this time of monsters and ghouls, knowing that they are only costumes specters insubstantial, only costumes meant to scare and frighten.

I will pass through the vial of this Halloween and see the ghosts and monsters for what they are,
and i will travel this haunted land, this season of change i will endure the upheaval and storms of this October.


and in the rub of time reach the equinox and find a moment of renewal

Sea Creature

you slipped from the sea, glisining in the aqua embrace of air and moon, and stalked the bruised shoreline.
I in despair, haunted the void between shore and sea, and the emptiness between earth and sky


in the piercing night I longed for your flesh as I whispered your secret name, and in the spray of broken waves the hands of the sea, touched my longing eyes, and then I called the sea and gathered the waves, and from the depths you tumbled from the sea, abandoning your fin-folk,and I captured your skin, and held it entwined in my hands,

and against all the tides and lunar ropes, against the cruelty of sky, and silent undertow, you fell into my hands and twisted your skin into my breath and curve of my mouth, and you in your lust trembled your surrendered to me.

You in your need consumed me, the tendrils of your flesh wove me into your tide and desire, then from the sea you grew and on the painful shards of shore you suffered the sting of submission and surrender.

You bled into me the gift of your pelt.

I in my doubt, lost in the terror of history, a victim of a tempestuous sea, a voyager, longed for the skin of a creature, a sea creature as elusive as the crest of a wave.

You surrendered your skin, the gift of your being and curled at my feet.

The fury and rage of the sea, the strength of tides were unable to bend you, yet
with liquid eyes and firm hands you draped your skin into my arms.
And then clung to me so storm and upheaval could not drive you to
reclaim your pelt.

my creature of the sea.

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it has been too long ,
since I have splashed into the salt brine of you,
the silver lunar ropes of your heart netted my floundering empty breath, casting me upon the sharp curves of your intent.

it has been too long since the full eclipse, and those dark ropes of flesh that bound you to the beating welcome of my aching surge. it has been too long since the rains filled and swelled the heaving seas and tugging moon, and ripened the surge of your flowing bones, and filled my hands with the light of your coral lips.

Shoreline and surf, stones and foam have pulled me and tangled me in the sharp tang of shoreline and dark breath of undertow till your liquid heart has drowned me in the sea of you.

and the tides and tendrils of your beating rain breathed salt and brine and life back into me so long lost to the cycles of the moon and sea.

the waves have not swallowed you, the brine has not devoured you or the white foam of your flesh, and the inmeasurable thrust and pull of my lunar embrace has only moved you deeper into my sea,

the salt of your desire enfolds me and your flesh opens as the tides of my eyes crash and pull the warmth and bones of my desire.

the froth of your arms wash over me, encrusting hair and skin filling my mouth with the rich tang of your leaking body.

the tides of your hips pull and sway, swell and withdraw as the allure of lunar silver touches the cresting waves of your tide, and I plunge into the roll and heave and stroke through the undulating swell of your breasts


I possess your pelt, my creature of the sea.

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Night and the wishing touch of my hands trace the sea of your body, and beneath I feel the beat and pause of your heart. Each beat rising from the fathoms to the surface and then gone, then followed by another in an unbroken line but in this swaddling sheet of dark, the pool that we are winds through time and each beat speaks softly your secret sea creature name.

Captive in the net of flesh, in this circle of dark you ride the warmth of my hands and mouth, you braid the sound of me with the tendrils of time and our inevitable ending.

Your mouth and its tender knowledge carries me above the beating of your sea for a brief moment and holds me tethered with silver strands of your flesh and passion.

The darkness lightens from the creeping promise of the turning to light, and the darkness is slowly pulled from the world,

and the eternal beat of your sea unforls this thin silver night snared in the net of my arms, and i know that the slow unwinding to the eventual silvering and sunrise will pull the night and us into its shining finality.

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You gave to me your hand stretched across the vast seas and a twist of rope binds you and tethers you in the streaming flow of tides in the winding and unwinding of the spool of our lives.

You gave to me your body that is born of salt and brine, of foam, and wind, that sails this tumultuous sea through typhoons and calm, through rage of waves and through tow and undertow of flesh and blood, and the eyes of days that pierce the body, and through the leagues of our time, you held me safe.

and in the curling waters of night your tendrils of warmth swaddle me in the rock and sway of the tender slide of your grasping holding hands.

You gave to me your eyes and heat and motion and the wrap of hidden promise that unfolded arms and legs, pulling me, swallowing the distance between flesh and flesh and we seep into the other armed and knotted, fingers to hips, arms to legs, and the billow of your escaping smoke clings to my want and seeps into my pores, and i will posses you,

Until I grow ethereal and unhinge from this shackle of bone and breath and I ride the waves and wind of your endless green sea till the final curl of dark enfolds and embraces us into the swallowing night,

my tender creature of the sea.

You Will Come Driving

you will come driving
skeletal and stark, sockets
empty of eyes but full
of blaze and vision, and you
will rattle your bones bereft
of flesh, draped in
tatters and shatter

you will come driving
blurring the road and swallowing
my refuge and fodder. your ravenous
speed compressing my time
to moments without breath to gasp
the words I desperately need to shout,
but your driving frenzy will blow
away any sound of disclosure I utter.

you will come driving,
laughing the sharp edges of your
murk and zeal, you in your rush
for the finish, will rattle
my sanctum, and torment my fall,
with your handfuls of nothing
and mouthful of dark..

you will come driving
from the tumult to the halt,
from the flaccid to the fleeting,
your hingeless jaw laughing,
your fiery breath strumming
the air and bubbling the clouds
into a gulping dirge.

you will come driving
speeding, but leisurely stretching
your time to the limit, with
sulfur and sandalwood
and allure and aversion
you will laugh your demoniacal
laugh we use to share, and the
emptiness that were your
eyes, will sparkle at me
with glee, as I get in too
ride with you
when you come driving.

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I Will Turn To Stone.

i know that the brown loam finds you, and names you in the rise of sun as the blue
thunders time along your sweet breasts.

and moments like solitudes return to your eyes as you capture the sun and open your mouth to release the slim yellow rays of light.

and along the heaving earth between stars and darkness i will turn to stone in your presence, and tumble from your lips smooth and round.

and my love the winds are tongues and find your body as you rise from the heat of the day and your shimmering mouth utters the mysteries of beginning, of world, and of light.

my mouth opens for your moist loins and rocking heaving hips, as your red mouth swallows the beginning seeds, and the days of your thighs bind the passing light to the soft shadows of my spent desire.

and i lie with you embraced by earth and clay, and in you i find the motion and paths of stars as my mouth codifies your yielding breast.

and you turn me to stone with the touch of your look, and i tumble from light through the darkness to the light of your grave, and the weeping that you became grows me stiff and again i find the renewal of your loins,

and i travel the silence of space till my empty mouth gathers you in, and finds each grain of you, and then i will turn to stone and fall from you.



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my hands travel the curved water of your hips, and the undulating
roll and dip of bone and pelvis.

your mouth gasps and the earth of your torso arches into the path of my fingers,
my hand drifts to your soft intimate crease now dewing with dark wishes,
as my fingers swim and stroke each fold and lip.

your rasping breath heats me to combustion, as your hands find the hidden me throbbing in welcome,

and as my fingers entwine the flames i am consumed as your breath scorches the tender skin of my shoulder, blistering it as you surround and devour me in one gulp.

you hold me enthralled, singeing skin until the heat of your pyre is quenched and only cinders remain, and from the ashes, your mouth lifts me and turns me to stone, to again travel the liquid of you.

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the eyes of your hands trace the voyages of my body and i long for the earth and air that encompass you.

your fire and water holds me to you and i dip my hands into your intimate fathoms
as your wish of seeds swim the flames of air

the aroma of ozone lingers as your sky is crinkled by lighting.

the air swells and bruises as you fall beyond the rim of the world and i struggle to embrace the elements that have fused together in you, when i do i turn to stone and tumble through the silents of your mouth.

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your hands reached in and broke the skin, your fingers mouthless swallowed my beating heart and all i knew of the moment was a gasping sigh,

but you knew, and in the cup of your hands cradled the frailty of my beating inside,

the beating continued in a stretched string of again and again, and then the wistful ache of what might have been,

between your fingers the tremble and flutter of something hidden in the flesh: that spark beyond the emptiness between lust and breath, then the final sound of trembling beating wings that fills us, then falls into our crypt of silence, as i turn to stone and fall from your mouth.

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my love, the dark road of your passing and the spring roots of your hands find the loam of the world, and in the distant rim of the sun your eyes listen to the light,

and your tired hands travel the mystery of my dark roads, and the shadows that reach into the silence of your mouth, finding sorrow after sorrow,

but in the turning of the earth, and the snap of your opening body finds the forest of my wilderness and the dark roads wind into the bowing shadows filled with the dry rustle of leaves.

and in the darkness the angels fell, prisoners of rocks and gravity, weeping the air and lost flight.

and still the road contorts and embraces the wilderness and gulps swift streams as the glint of water shines on the passing of the fallen trudging their fate,

eyes praying the words of air and flight, but only stones listen and the dark road travels on embracing the drop of sky,

and rolls into the distant curve of forever as the earth murmurs its seed of renewal
and the push of spring for a moment heaves the road aside, and bursts its beginning green through the stiff clay and clinging shadows, and again like your spring, i turn to stone and fall from your mouth.

The Lost Green of My Eyes

you came swimming up
out of my weeds, up through
the lost green of my eyes.
you came swimming through the reeds
naked and glistening,
your desire sleek and fresh,
red hair frothing


I stood enthralled
as you combed and braided
your hair,
as your breasts and thighs
sang to me, as your eyes carved
me out of the air.

I hung crucified in the moment
by your presence,
by the silver shimmer of air
and the tremble of water.
I stood pinned and mounted,
that moment frozen in me.

I longed and ached
and trembled ,
I stood enthralled, entangled.
I sank beneath the
shivering silver water,
past the weeds and frothy
squalls of hair
past ripe breasts and
stiff nipples,
past white smooth legs,
past the golden flecks of
your desire,
past the tangle of days in
the cascading liquid of
our lives

still that moment remains
in the amber of my memory
you swimming up
through the lily pads
up through the reeds to find
the green of my eyes.