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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.