My Love: X Into Your Parched Sea

my love,

the depth of your awakened light devours the flesh of bone and
when i sip the light  between destinies and despair i know the roots of marrow empty me and i swim into embraces that slumber in flesh, the ice of your winter bores into me extinguishing the fires tide, chilling the sleeping earth,

and when your absents sounds as sand in wind and you become a desert, i swim the dust into false summer, and my body empties of burning blue and the glare of passions leak into the shadow of beloved.

my  love.
you claim the warm air and storms that fill your breasts, the blistering kisses from you scolds my loneliness, burns my despair and nourishes the spreading desert, a sea as full as the soul,

the naked lightning whispers the hollow of your shoulders till the cascades of thirst falls from the sky drains me to dust, and the universe falls to your thighs, and the silents of the sand consumes me, as you rhythm my fluted bones into your parched sea of salt.

My Love: XII: Till Distance Becomes Sorrow.

My love,

you do know that once the blue unfurled from my fingertips for you, and that the gaping mouth of light, lighted you, and in light and dark, in sea and earth, the flowers  of your eyes captured the sun and spun the air to webs and vines to bind me.

as the earth trembled you moved and your gravity enthralled trees and stone, and you gave order to the universe, and i revolved in your sway touching all sides of you and my celestial dreams filled the shadows and i pored the darkness into your open mouth, and then i delved into you, penetrating deep in to the secret and hidden, until my shadow dissolved in the opening you once granted me.


and the stars and precious veins of the earth relinquish the ebb and flow that defines you,
and i move through your flickering of light and dark, and i am trapped by the gravity of your motion, and in the void i am speechless,

my love. as the spheres sing out there fate and you are the universe, i linger in you, held by your tides and tug , imprisoned by your flowing blood, and i despair.


all i can do is flow with the your ebbs and currents, travel with your pull and attraction till distance becomes sorrow and i am released.

My Love: IX The Estuary of Your Flesh.

my love

the estuary of your flesh flows the memory of evening, rising from a heated earth, as the falling angels stumble to flesh, the twilight of there wings flutter the decent, flapping in the  blue forever there  feathers drift like eyes in the deep past.
but i search the stones for your passing and drink there path of remembrance as i grasp the edges of your words and fit them around me and hold your meaning snug to my shoulders as despair rains, then seeds the drenched earth, and i fall into loss.

my love, i wander the foam pebbles of your eyes, and the volcanoes of air froth contentment with stone, and i travel the spring and breath in the hum of buds and unfurled flowers searching the change of seasons for a scent of you.

evening fires tell of you in the passing of flame, the wobble of smoke twists me and i travel the ache of forests longing for a taste of you, hoping you linger in the swift waves of young streams that beat the heart into the depth of night.

my love, i did so love you, but now the tumbled limbs of time finds bitter delight in my mouth, and now years have scalded me, dark  moments eaten into rock,  the swift river dry now, stones kissed and fondled smooth and now from this height in this rubbed moment, the friction of bodies chafe, there is no change, and the blooms of sadness become rivers chocked with ice

the summer was dozed through and tears grew deep walls but your voice still careens from rocks heralding the tearing ache of passing, i become a shivering cold,  falling into despair as singing eyes thick with voices and regret are swept into the hunger of the sea.

My Love: XI: Water On Stone

my love,

the breezes of your eyes captures and dispels the desolate wilderness that has grown into my chest, and the air of your tenderest gesture spills warmth from the edges of your touch into the sap of roots

i am  floundering in the wasteland that is my body, and the winds that are your touch  pulls the gasp of my heart from the dark of the woods, as the autumn leaves bat there eyes in the sharp scrape of the sun,

the memory of the tread of your passing delivers puffing clouds of chocking dust from the desert of my mouth and in the ripeness of your hands i walk the earthly corridor between sky and stone
and the sound of the horseshoe falls is a forlorn whisper of water on stone, and in the swaddling breeze your moist scent of first spring captures and imprisons the lost sound of your steps in the forest.

then evening drifts up from deep roads as shimmering tendrils of shadows  bind air and hearts, the darkness smothers the frail beating and spills over the curve of desire, and in the clasping dark i heave a breath snapping the thin silver threads of longing that has bound me to you
i travel the vast tundra and i know that you are the lost promised land uncharted unexplored and i am wayward, and the wine of my feet will travel every pebble strewn forest path through flicking gold and puffs of dust till the end of days.

my love, in the unfolding desolation i will listen to the tender rub of unfurled leaves in a thick fresh breeze clean with rain and spiced by sea. and your desert and plains will swaddle me  and hold me in  the rhythm of light  and dark  of winter and promised spring  and the unfurling of your swift white rivers will carry me to the crest of your tenderness

and the dark nights of your arms will embrace me and carry me from sun to star strewn sky and i will  drink the star light  and devour the alien sky till i have found the center of you to embrace and cup in my palms.

Shower.

she knelt in the sharp glare of light and the gloom of her private humiliation.
her arousal leaked and oozed from her.

left hand pulling and twisting a nipple.
her right hand sliding into a smooth slick urgency between her legs.

with tilted head she could barely contain her longing ache for this.

so many nights she touched herself and dreamed, and then wilted in shame

now the clash of dream and reality peeled away trepidation, fear , and self loathing.

she had never articulated this dream, never even hinted but somehow this man knew, saw into the lust that was her secret heart, understood the need that was her  intimate disgrace,

and had stripped her of resistant and taboos.


so now, kneeling, eyes hooded, mouth hot and moist in the sterile glare,

slowly he unzipped, then held his flaccid cock, her blue eyes widened.
against her pail skin her black hair framed the opening and unfurling of her deepest lust.

pausing a moment, neither breathed or moved, suspended in desire and anticipation, then the warm golden stream arched from his cock and splashed hotly on her face, her soul and body shivered ,
frantically both hands worked, the stream filled her half opened mouth, trailed down to her breasts and drummed against each nipple.

overcome with warmth, fulfillment and relief, she drooled piss down her chin then quickly greedily swallowed,

on the edge of the abyss, she trembled and shivered as her hand frantically rubbed and fingers cruelly pinched.

greedily beyond the restraint of her shame she twisted her body to catch as much of the golden flood as she could. mouth gaping she eagerly gulped as she orgasmed in tremors and spasms, and tears.


it was released, the flood gates were opened she had hidden this from everyone, boyfriends, her ex- husband , but now in that anonymous  bathroom,

in the sharp glare of light bulbs and chrome
this man had given her wings, unfettered her, with one golden shower had cleansed her soul of her deepest shame and most hidden of secrets.

My Love: VIII : The Fathoms That You Are

my love,

you emerge whole from the sea, you are the foam, the sharp tang of salt in the mouth, you are the surge that the sky and light embraces as you travel  the fall, and in the buried ache of your longing you reach for me,

and the eventing of your hands and mouth finds me between the crackling of the tides, as shadows of shells and weeds sway in your veins and your spray of salt touches my cheek, and i find the brine of this blood swells in the blind silver of gravity, and your desire finds a path to my sorrows that is the urge of earth and the roots of copper that eats the fire into our bodies,

and you slip this flesh as you embrace the pull of your sea as you step from the froth of days, and your nocturnal body sinks me into longing, and the salt crusts over my clenched heart as you comb out the starry tendrils of your hunger, and deep in your blood flows the singing of wind and sand,
your song names the shores of your future  and you are chosen as stones sleep there solitude in  the embrace of cruel waves,

my love, you erode me to nothing as your feet tentatively embraces the shore and you emerge whole from the grip of the sea, and i am but air and stone in my desire for you and the pull of you tangles me in the glints of wind on waves, and as you move into me i grow silent as sky pondering the ends of the earth, and in me your seething swells drown me, your salt cuts me, your bite of brine stings the world of my eyes and blindness sparks the meeting of sorrows as sea touches earth,

and i swallow the sea and become foam and the promise of salt, and you emerge from the sea, and you are the sea and salt and foam, and i embrace the the fathoms that you are, as the pull of your tides hold me as i drown in sea and salt and foam.

My Love: VII: Time Bloomed Green

my love,

when times voice bloomed lush and green in your eyes you touched the earth and moved with the rustle of growing things and the dark moist earth welcomed the bleeding of your seeds. In the terrible mouth of  days, in there desperation in the self imposed silence of leaves, my passing on the swift longing stings breath and heart.

The blue hard sky filled you, brought light and warmth to your lips so pale, brought renewal, then o your hips and the gentle  warmth of the day settles on me and we rested midway through its passing, 

i gathered leaves and flowers along twisted brooks as day glinted off each shiver of water that swept past and the sweetness of bees and the hum of there flight made me drowse as stone,
and you came to me in lilacs and rain, in swift streams and rubbed smooth stones of abandoned brooks as the silver fish of minuets darted from me, as time bloomed green in your eyes,


so my love without you the the terrible moments pass dripping  there days through my hands as i wander the twisted bank in the wilderness gathering stray flowers and smooth fallen stars that rest slumbering in your hair as i gather them to count the passing of  months.

With you the cycle of light and dark lost its jagged blood drawing edge and you taught me silents and stirred my lips with the tender touch of skin,
we moved in lilacs and honey dripping in the buzz of days till time bloomed green in your eyes and you brought me rest.

My Love. VI: Bruised Lavender

my love,

the air of your hands remembers the curves of heat and the rich dark loam of my body, the silver bell of the moon draws you into its breath and the stars in there course will once again dust your fingers with my passing.

your eyes will speak the bruised lavender of my ache, and the unfurling gold of morning questions the mystery of tides and the dark scent of fertility salts your body as the green roots of air leaves my hands to fuse as the silences of miles drift between us, and we surrender ,we drag nets to capture rocks and flashing sky and long to bind the time fleeing from our trembling bodies.

my love, my mouth measures the burnt remains of you, and i taste smoke and soot , blood and lust
and in your craving you embrace the darkness of my mouth, and found our loneliness and hunger.


and you surrender to distances, letting the red hair of twilight cascade down to the crypt of evening and you tried in your way to quench me and my mouth dreamt of your breasts and the shoals of your hips, but in the futility of my mouth you abandon your body and my tongue tasted the emptiness and silt of despair, and in the cinders of your remains, my mouth burns with the awful tang of our loss

My Love: V: The Flow of Sap

My Love,

the flow of sap with its assuring breath, a cluster of green bursting with warm roots and fresh spray of spent desire, and in the slow avalanche of evening the darkness surrounds and with moist lips and probing tongue i found you, buried in loam beneath sheets of leaves and tender moss,

and the spring rose in your mouth and heavy eyes dark and flashing rumbled the horizon purple, and your womb contracts and heaves in the dark moist earth and you push forth seeds and sprouts as the sharp dew caresses and your green breath  fills the morning and awakes my lips.

my love, the day is fire, and you are a sharp sting of grapes and flowers, you fill me with the taste of bees and and tangle of unfurled ivy and there sweetness burns me and my mouth wounded closes around the flowers of the day.

and your swollen lips move on, with the traveling of light across a bed of stone to embrace  the swelling urgency  of my hips, your earthy vines bind me, stings my mouth and i stumble in uncertainty with the heat of the earth.

my love, you stagger then kneel at the  rustling stream  slaking my thirst and soothing the cuts and wounds of my mouth, and your spring rain soaked me through and i step into the capricious water, then sit drowsily in the forgiving moss till your rain swells the stream, and i am towed to your source.

My Love: IV: Light of Your Hands

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my love,                                                                            

the light of your hands swaddle me, and carry me slumbering into the the depths of your eyes,
and into the fires beneath flesh and stone, to the heat that is churning the massive wheels of the universe.

in the pull of spring your nourishing fingers find me, i was lost in the wilderness of an endless horizon, and i longed to travel the petals of your flesh to dance in the cool shade and budding leaves of your curves and moist center. uncharted, i longed to wander the gardens and vineyards of your flesh,

then when the broiling clouds, dark and savage entomb me, you find me and lift me with a shine that births tides, and delivers me from the gales that batter and devour.

my love, the radiant waves of your body salts the stars across the harsh darkness, and i  a lost voyager grasps  your silver breath and scattered constellations to carry me from desolation to the succulent red earth of your garden.

My Love: III: The Weight of Rain

my love,

the water and rain weigh me down, i tried to hold you, to touch your breasts, but you were a drop of glistening dew, that held the earth, a clear drop left from the secret encounter of dark and sun,

i thirst for you, for the wine that lingers in fist fulls of dark grapes that sing of earth and warmth, i hunger to be nourished, to have my ache for you filled by the droning of bees and by the splash and babble of swift rivulets that rub smooth the bones of earth, and seek in there passion the vast salt sea, that calls, that sings, that siren that can not be denied. i long to be nourished by your milk and blood, and the clear dew of when dark and sun encounter.

my love, the weight of rain pulled me to my knees, pulled me to the rich thick mud, filled me with blood and seeds, and the rain fed the earth with its secrets, and drew from the mud the mystery of breasts and blood and milk, and the final mystery of the briefest of encounters of dark and sun, as my thirst throbs to be quenched by the wine of your breasts.

My Love. II. Beginning

my love,

your beginning is full of the pungent taste of moss, and the consuming sting of salt, you become the glow of the moon that rides the mystery of birth from the foam of tides, to the whispers of the darkness that filled my lips before there was a desire for you.

i tumble to your darkness trailing the promise of stars, bound to the roots of rock and tree, i voyage to the unfolding of the one mystery of tide and blood. the ache of salt blinds my eyes, as the air of my hands grasps the raging sea of you,

my love,

in the crash of waves on stone and in the lick of flames in air, i lose myself in the musk of your origin, the voyage that is flesh falls into the agony and mist of your mystery that is the clash of earth and air, and i voyage to your unfolding as my hands travel the currents of your flesh tracings paths to the one mystery, as the soft dew of your desire rages the flame of beginnings,

and out of the darkness you arise gleaming from the curve of the world, stretching the blue horizon with the green of your eyes, and the world finds renewal as your tide devours the rocky shore,

and the sun streams down crusting salt on rocks and the world turns with the tug of tides and blood.

From Stone, to Salt, to Sea.

I used to catch you in my hands

cup my palms

and roll you between fingers
slowly till you were

swollen with the warmth of me.

But now my hands wander

an empty wilderness of

streams and deep earth,

they journey unfamiliar territory
of breathing forests and savage desire.

so now they linger in the failing

light eventually escaping into

the darkening sky.

Once when my hands

Spoke your name gently

with knowing, stumbling 

fingers unbuttoned you,

pulled the shawl from your fragile shoulders.

Peeling away the layer

of air to find stone, then

salt, finally sea, till my hands

in hunger tasted

you, and filled their aching mouth

with your brine.

my hands traveled

the distance of you and in

their solitude fuse with the swell of your

breasts, drinking their

firm warmth and rolling the

stiffness of your passion

between questioning fingers,

Until we turned to stone

and plummet through the

still air,

and we roll together and

find the stillness

that inhabits stone.

And for a millennium

in the calm of time

we slumber entangled

fused by heat and silence

so in eternity we move from
stone to salt,

and the tang sears

the wounds of my hands

and falls into the bruise of my

mouth,

the sting of you shocks me.

You surge washing the brine from my mouth

then grow from salt to water,

and fill my eyes and hands

with your motion.

And again I become hands,

and cup you in the twilight

of my passing,

and in the futility of flesh

in the inevitable passing of  hands

you travel through my fingers,

and as you fill me with your absence

I turn from hands , to stone, to salt, to sea,

till loss drinks  the dimming day

and in the end sea and salt

devours  all.

My Love: I. You Are The Taste Of Flowers

my love,

you are the taste of flowers, the scent of rain and sun when the wind finds you and binds your lips to mine.

your eyes stitched to the gentle touch of my hand as i tangle my limbs in the history of your hair.  the gold of your skin swallows the sun and through your eyes stars part as dark broiling clouds with jagged slashes of silver fill the pool of your hips and the shock of thunder pounds my body with the tides of you being.

your mouth takes me as the aurora of earth and days clings to the hope of hands that in the silents remembers the burning suns of your skin as the heat of morning rises from you shimmering in the air as the world emerges from you. you convulse and push forth the day. your hands gather in the streams of air and slivers of water, and bind my bones to you with the kiss of your skin and the lips of your voice.

my love, the escaped gold of your body finds the hard curve of the moon and with limbs liquid and smooth you sift the night into me as the fingers of your lust captures stars. your rising heat bundles your silver breasts to lay upon my willing tongue

the trembling hope of your thighs mouth the darkness from me and i spill the milky heavens across you, and the full moon claims you with willing breasts as the tremble of your lips seeks to find redemption and rest in the shadows of my mouth.