My love

before the rivers of you there was nothing the 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 the rising of the sun and i lay in sweet spring moss and the warm mud of the emptying of my night and i lost the word 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 your body

and i gasped the the stars and longed for the milk of you and wet and heated you surrounded me and became the silence and the dark that filled me and empty me in a breath and before the rivers I  learning of your hips 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 blue behind your eyes

and i dumped to 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 and then 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 fall to moss and fern till seed found promise.

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.

dregs and ash

Blair your darkness has come and gone
your night is now over
you moved throw the clutter and disarray
you moved past the empties
and you were captured by an affliction
there was no cure for your disease

But you were lost in your visions
reaching to capture bliss before last call
but you never could escape the anguish
all you ever gained
was a return to painful days
filled with dregs and ash
and a glass of wine and myrrh.

That night we roamed the maples
you burned all the choices
you glided through it's smoke
and you and I danced
past all the losses
you stumbled on the dance floor
you mumbled all your excuses
you spun around the perimeter
grasping for a sign
but you could never read the prophecies
nor the coming of closing time.

Your eyes showed no answers
they had lost the power of sight
and were unable to see into the night.
I tried to reach beyond
I tried to pass inside
I tried to share your rapture
but there was only vinegar in your glass
and an empty on the bar.

Blair your night is over
and I didn't see you leave
now only dregs and ashes remain
somewhere in the bar
somewhere lurking in the smoke
somewhere sleeps your answer
hidden in that empty on the floor


Trapped in the stupor that you traveled
unable to hold the light
there was only I left standing
you fell between the tables
hidden from my sight

I tried to reach beyond
I tried to get inside
I tried to share your rapture
but there was only vinegar in your glass
and an empire on the bar.

Blair you eyes were no answer
there was no inner light
I watched as the dreams dispelled
I saw them spill upon the floor
Blair I discovered in the shadows
that your face was already cold

in the predawn I discovered
you were already an apparition
all your lust was wounds
all your passions were lacerations
I found in the pail glare from you
that only the dregs and ashes remain.


In that darkened bar
only a specter of you remained
Blair, all the voices were garbled
the tables were cluttered and empty
we should have waltzed together
I should have understood
I should have read the signs
of the absents in your eyes.

Your flesh was used to much
there was no cure you could ingest
but the smoke and music were to much
it all conspired to lead you out of step
you trailed after the flames
you danced a note behind.

Your voice echoed in me
your words just fell from the air
there were moments when the rhythm wasn’t there
still you spent the night aimlessly moving
capering around the edge
hoping to capture a vision
promising escape from your affliction.

We were lost together
we were dizzy with the passing
but it was you had the disease
I tried to touch you
I tried to read your eyes
but when I touched your hollow face
when I tried to reach into your void
I found your glass spilled and
your bottle filled with wine and myrrh.

Blair, believe me
I tried to reach beyond
I tried to get inside
I longed to share your rapture
but I discovered to late
there was only vinegar in your glass
and all that you left behind
all that you left in my hands
was only dregs and ash
and an empty on the bar.

my love, XIII: i ache and ache,

my love,
even in the darkest stories your shadow becomes air, and drinks the bitter mood of earth and water and i lay in this river, this bed of smooth stones of biting history and your hands fill the darkness
of my mouth and you spill into me the  lies of your flesh  and i gather the smooth stones of your dreams of others.

and you drown me in the swift rivulets  of your passing and the darkening sky that you are, fills the
hollows of my cupped hands and i ache for your passing for the chaffing wind to dig into my tender side, and leak my heart into the stream of flowing rocks,

the air of my sight trembles as the night losses itself to flesh and opens the creases of your body and holds you on the precipice and the precipice gasps its hungry mouth for you and moves along the firm curves of your body and you tremble and shake and leak a warm stream of ghosts, for your hands to dream.


and the darkness warms your body and  presses deep into your recesses, till you are full and stretched and you gasp and tatter the light and dark  with your fictions  as you tumble from the light of your need to the consuming arms of my absents,

and the gap that i have become that i fell into becomes the wash of time and carried me beyond the tick of emptiness till im swallowed into the longing emptiness of what resides on the other side of flesh,

my love
 the sound of it all drops sighs and hands into the clinging warmth of lost and  gone. and the memory of my hand stitches history into the stream of not me that you gasp. and i ache and ache.

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.