my love:XIX: your embrace of another

my love

before the rivers of you there was nothing  stones lay empty swaddled in the silents of my mouth and you swallowed the seeds of the world and emptied the darkness

filling the tender edges of shadow filling the cold lunar silver of transformation and your green beyond to the rising of the sun and i lay in sweet spring moss and the warm mud of the emptying of my night  i lost the word lost stone and stream and ran until with the looks of our eyes i breathed the reflection of the heat of your hands as they traveled the horizon of another's body

and i gasped the  stars and longed for the milk of you wet and heated you surrounded me and became the silence and the dark that filled me then empty me in a breath and before the rivers surrendered to learning of your hips that brought thunder and rain and you bathed in the spring as your earth split open and i tasted moss and green of valleys and crisp snow peaks that soared the bluing green behind your eyes

and i dumped the cascade that you spilled as the world moved and i swallowed the silents of your gasps and before you love the world and i were shadow and longing the void surrendered the shadow and your flooding filled my mouth and washed the silents and the longing flowed from the wind and in the spring falls to moss and fern till seed found promise.



from you love

 the green of fire that touches the shoots of stars and spring grew into me and naked you were the sea  and the salt that stings my flesh nurtured the shadow of the woods  and i tasted your flesh ghosts of tides and cracks of cloud in my palms and i captured you right in the not of my eye and naked you unfolded into the breath that i struggle for and skip to your depths all green and the slow tides replaced me and i long for you in the void as i suffocate in the strangle of your stone embrace of another.


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my love:XVIII: tied to drops of grass

My love 

The sound of voices fill the seeds  that you have scattered and pushed into my willing flesh  and warm bread fills me your long slender fingers cage me in moments and cloud my eyes to the clarity of yesterday as your voice lies and lies, and lies cut away the rot of despair and I turn from insight to denial of iron and lead barbs holding me to your secrets that scar tatter frail veins to rain blood to deep to swim the froth of kisses and you wash the clothing of earth as my body silents and cast sins and scarlet to another silently the letters of breath and illusions of crusted salt and silver

my love

light erodes to find my heart shuttered from your moon of sighs of blank deceiving eyes from the words of sand to find abandoned water and sky so rain becomes my body and I seep out the mud banks of a raging underground stream of scars and hands clear and swift sleeping submersed eyes in passing flames of bonfires losing what I lingered for but the mouths have cut and the word bleeds me till I know the shadow of your certain key till I embrace the torrents of your mouth straying the drops of smoking mirage of history and I lose my moment of breath as my air is poured from me and I deflate and lay in rain tied to drops of grass.

my love XVII:breathless lungs with bitter salt

my love

from you love the green of fire that touches the shoots of stars spring grew into me and naked you were the sea  and the salt that stings my flesh in the shadow of the woods  and i tasted your flesh ghosts of tides and cracks of cloud in my palms and i captured you right in the not of my eye and naked you unfolded into the breath that i struggle for  and i skip to your depths all green and the slow tides touch me and i long for you in the half light as i suffocate in the strangle of your hair.


my love

i just wanted to touch the stars of you as you passed liquid the hard stones of my sight shed smooth with you and your scarlet breath you chewed and you billowed in to the breeze  that blistered palms of my absents quenched the distance from touch to touch and my mouth holds only vinegar and myrrh your arms and breasts the rising of the sun in the dark lust of another and in the moving filled my breathless lungs with bitter salt and your skin became his forests rich and full and clinging with the sent of moss and loam and secret brooks that only your tongue and his has tasted that only the salt of your mystery unleashed the rib and i travel hidden paths and wonder the green flesh of your devouring the glistening loam of heat and desires that sing of river dreams and grow salted and burned over the flooding that i bring.

my love XVI: fall from grace.

my love

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 devoid of  favor

and my love

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

and he lays with you embraced by earth and clay, and in you he finds the motion and paths of stars as his mouth codifies your yielding breast. but you turn me to stone with the touch of your look, and i tumble from light through the darkness to the light of your passion, and the memory that i have became grows him stiff and again he finds the renewal of your loins, but i travel the sorrow of space till my empty mouth gathers silence, and then I turn to stone and fall from grace.

my love XV: between the lantern and the stars.

my love


you were the language that moved the stars, that drank the shore and sea, and i touched the wave that you brought me when you sharpened the stars as i slipped into you, and the shine that caught my breath that strangled my sight in that solitude of shadows when i longed as the sea became you

before you before i touched you i was lost beyond the longing of the moon and beneath the dark where only a piece of sky and hollow wind that shouted the story of return of tears and the dread that ends breath that takes the eyes that smooth stars that rubs water through time and in the moment i searched for you for your aches i wandered when the lies touched me and we fell we lost ourselves in the quiet syllables of our names.

in the drop of ash from the seas of your eye, the storm splinters the thick water of the air, and the clouds of your mouth hold me tender between confessing lips in the darkening air that crystallizes and slices into the pads of my fingers and i trace the soft mountain ranges that you are,

and your  fossilized bones whimpers as red trails of your surrender tracks behind my moving hand, and the blade of me pushes into you opening your red chasm ending our breath between the lantern and the stars.

My Love XIV: sting me with distance

my love,


you are the water woman who came to me  with wind as eyes that lingers till the fingers burn and long for the quench of growth and the deep green that your mouth brings and in the pause between your thighs that names another over and over again it is a scent of you that i search for i drift in the cloying water of dispersing tides and the white peaks that i taste.

and in the surging roots we find the sky that binds us in blue and swallowed in the night i hunt restless through the warm solitude of empty hands and savage arms  that lays sleeping on my tongue and the salt of this night a fist of breeze lifts you past silver and into the flecked green of my hunger.

and pebbles of water becomes the song that catches us between waves and sea you were the language that moved the stars that drank in the shore and brine that stretches me through this pursuit to morning praying it is the scent of you that binds and with a hunger of waves and tides i search for you and the sea takes me.

and i touched the wave that you brought me that shaped the stars as another slipped into you and the shine that caught my breath  that strangled my sight  and in that solitude of shadows i wandered i longed as the sea became you and i thirsted hoping for a long taste of your legs a touch of your flesh a whisper of hair but your fingers find him and hold him till the air strums and he gasps as the sound of you is tasted by trees and sky and there is only you lost to me and to the sea deep in the heart of green and the trail of your aroma beats down the brine and i flounder longing for your scent until the salt of your hands sting me with distance.