Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I Who Know You

I who know you
beyond the drift
of days and the loss
of silver light still reside
in the hollow of my
now collapsed chest.

Astray and longing for the
unfolding of the world,
an unraveling, calling
the names, each by each,
until the tongue
swells with use,
and the lies in my
mortal life, taint my 
meager history,

drifting in the
upheaval of time, and
sea, I am spent, still
the victim of currents
in a shoreless world,

Bobbing and rolling as the winds, 
spice scented, 
ambiguous as your pelt
pushing this frail
bone, from now to then.

I bewildered between your ever tilting
poles, lost in the unspooling
of the world
that spills your words
into the sucking sound
of deceit and despair.

The drifting grows
inevitable till
the running down of
sand and water
leads to the worm
infested flesh,
my tears of passage
burns the driving world
and I to embers.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Fragrance of Spring

in this
crisp air of Halloween,
i harvest the currents of musk
rising from you,
i bend  and in a rustle
of autumn leaves
falling red, gold and orange, i
kiss you.

on your promise of renewal
the storms of November
gather embracing  me in
ghostly chill,
drawing my hands
from your warm
breast, and breathing its
future frost deep into me
entombing my heart

that has lost time
and thinks spring is
unfurling in your
green eyes. that the red
of your hair flames the earth
to bloom and bud,
while my kisses fade in the
pumpkin and apple spiced
passing of  fall;

but the secrets of your hips
haunted the chill
from me,
and taught my eyes and heart that
this air thick with Halloween, is
the fragrance of spring.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Forever Into Always You

always in the i wish
for longing of
hope and hands in
the full kiss of
your thighs

i drown in the
swell of my flesh
and the tingle
sparking charge from
your yes eyes
and beckoning breasts,

till in crackle
of air and ozone and
earth and loam
i breath you
completely as i slip into
your welcome
and i thank the
sky and blue beyond
for the secret pearl
of you holding that
your thighs and heart share
with me

and my eyes and
little deaths surrender
the pink inside and i
whisper sweet
forever into always you.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Pulls me Asunder.

The tousle of your warmth
and lips surround me
holding me in your mouth
till you bring me to full storm,

Eyes still closed
drifting under frail lids
I only slightly rise
to the surface of sleep,

Your warmth captures me
I unswirl in the shallows, but
your tides keeps me pinned

I absorb your incessant
liquid waves, knowing your
surging sea will free me

I know time and the lunar light
conspire to thwart the tug and pull
as your sea foam lips slide
along my length

i drift back from the rim
of sleep and swirl the sheets
as you reluctantly drift
from the firm line of my shore

I capture another
throbbing hour of
the ghosts of your
lips surrounding me

sluicing along my
swollen shoreline,
before time and life
conspires and the currents
pull me asunder.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Evening Lips

I have found in
your evening lips that
I am the musk on the
silents of the wind,

that the embrace of
your eyes follows each
frail motion through
the joy of light that

quickly swaddles this
uncertain hope,
that somehow in the
gasp of wonder of my
passing, that perhaps

those lips in the shine
of our embrace will
sift through the wind,

and in the musk bud.
and I, the moist earth,
full of sleeping promise
unfurls with your eyes,

frail and determined to
push into the fertility
of your opening lips.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Hunger Of Time

His tender wonder softly
surely grasps the
urging curve of her thrust

and in the tremble of
reach, her whisper
of promise breaths into
him the vertigo of forever,

and from the high beyond
blue and envy the universe unwinds
next to the edge of green
her eyes grew,

and the warmth of her open
mouth in billows soft and
bright captures and swallows
morsels of him,

and in the silver of the
night her throat warbles
and in the ripples of the moment
and she devours the loneliness
and solitude that flesh
intimately knows

and they, swirled in limbs
drift till the hunger of time
has its fill.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

With You Gone

                                                                oisin and niamh


With you gone
the cavity in me
throbs an emptiness
that swallows my heart
and I stumble over the
edges of trivial duties.
the tendrils
and gravity of my routine
weaken then snap.
and I begin to notice
the gaps, and blanks
between moments
that drew me in .

IT starts with the long
silences between words,
like trolls lurking under
the bridge
threatening to devour me
bones and all
I hesitate to begine,
trembling with despair
with out your voice
to surround, and hold me
in the motion of my day
and deliver me unscathed

there is an absence in the
my world,
that leaves a vacuum
around me, a loosening of gravity,
setting me adrift,
between my mornings and

between cereal and coffee
im tugged unwilling into
the vastness between planets.
lost to the pull and gasp
of gravity,
beyond the redemption of
with out your arms
and mouth to tether me
to your orbit
and I drift in the chill,
silent darkness.
till the mundane reels me
in and
I finish my cooling coffee,
and start my day,

the realization of your
absents severs the
tenuous fleshy threads,
that bind me to my
and I fall from cleaning
into the cloying film of
black water,
removed from the bustle
and buzz, of driving and
trafic, from
commuting and arriving,
treading water, distant,
and removed, bobbing
in the thick ooze, that
grasps and pulls, threaditeing
to hold me under,
and I beyond the reach
of rescue, watching the buzz and scamper
of daily life on the distant shore,
with out your eyes and hands
to moor me to the safety
of your harbor.
then arrival reaches in,
and im at my desk,
leafing throw work.

the blanks in my life,
snare me,
and I flout untethered ,
in the void that your
absence has bloomed in
my everyday and
I become lost between living room
and bedroom,
lost between sheets and
with you gone, I suffer the
vertigo, of a thousand years
of isolation
in the world, I stumble
and sway,
and fill with nausea over
the heaving desert, of mundane
callings and promises

with you gone
I become lost,
in the gap of
my days,
and long for
your return
to bind together my
fragmented and tattered
and hold me secure in
your moment and

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

For You

 for you
I would draw the blue
blue air
through vision and sight
and in the eye spin it to
fabric, and then back again
to light and shadow

for you,
I will take the fragile night
crisp and lonely wrap it
like a shall around your
marble shoulders,
and then in the heat of
your cauldron melt it in
to your body

for you
I will capture the glowing
waves of lava
and pack it’s fire and rage
into a drop of light to roll
on your tongue cool and
thrilling, then dissolve it
to wine, for your quenching,

for you
I will speak the secret words
and chant the ancient
calling and aline all
the elements, and from the cup
of my hands spill them
into your heart, bring them
to one, till the pulse and glow
throbs through you, and brings
you to the beginning and end
at once, so you will be
all and one for me.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Name of Thee

when I before the
breaking of skin, whisper
in my voice sing savage
the names of trees and thee

when the silents wrapped
in the pause
between all words
I myself waited hung
suspended like a light
in the mist of pooling

but the skin then
was smooth and new
and I wonted the world to
rub rough and the weather
to mark it , and give me history.

when the flesh broke
and the world gushed
in and though the silents
reseeded, the lyrics in my
ears took voice and hummed
the names the world wore, and thee

I mumbled along eventually
capturing and holding what
the world made whole
and transparent on my
lips and tongue,
the world danced to
the tune stepping through
the seasons and the spinning of
the sun,

all the names came tumbling
stepping along the flood
of light when the flesh
broke the song, and in me,  gave
name to thee.

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Darkening Tempest of You.

you in the blue of
my intimate darkness
plumbed the depth
of my passion.
your eyes leaked into the
muffled sheets
mazed between grunts,
and pain and rapture.
your body spilled its
ocean over me and
into my frenzy.

I spooled you out
unraveled flesh and blood
peeled away sinew to
fluted bone then erased
that to your appetite.

you breathed in the
crackle of my moist
heaving gasps
between the raking of
my need along the expanse
of you , spread out before
a deep moist wilderness
raw with wind
and sea and tide.

I plunged blind in the
turbulence of
myself, then into the darkening
tempest of you.
your tides flowed me
along the curves and winds,
of your gasping body.

the dark broke, powdered
under the pounding of
waves, under the swallowing
hands and claws that
I have become.

you continued to storm
a squall contained by bone
and will,
and yet,
you spilled the sea in your need,
as you unravel and
your waves undulate crashing
against the rocks and cliffs
of the flesh that contains

then in my starvation, the gale
that pulled the two of us
into the typhoon of
our encounter, wanes.
the brine waves that you are
leaks itself out.
then drained of
the fury, diminishes.
waves and sea, and
breath returns,
in the end the darkness
passed, leaving the purged
eruptions laying damp upon
a cleansed sea..