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.