Monday, February 28, 2011

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
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.

Monday, February 14, 2011

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.