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.

The Hunger Of Time

His tender wonder softly
surely grasps the
urging curve of her thrust

and in the tremble of
reach, her whisper
of promise breaths into
him the vertigo of forever,

and from the high beyond
blue and envy the universe unwinds
next to the edge of green
her eyes grew,

and the warmth of her open
mouth in billows soft and
bright captures and swallows
morsels of him,

and in the silver of the
night her throat warbles
and in the ripples of the moment
release
and she devours the loneliness
and solitude that flesh
intimately knows

and they, swirled in limbs
drift till the hunger of time
has its fill.

With You Gone

                                                                oisin and niamh


                                            

With you gone
the cavity in me
throbs an emptiness
that swallows my heart
and I stumble over the
edges of trivial duties.
the tendrils
and gravity of my routine
weaken then snap.
and I begin to notice
the gaps, and blanks
between moments
that drew me in .





IT starts with the long
silences between words,
like trolls lurking under
the bridge
threatening to devour me
bones and all
I hesitate to begine,
trembling with despair
with out your voice
to surround, and hold me
in the motion of my day
and deliver me unscathed


there is an absence in the
my world,
that leaves a vacuum
around me, a loosening of gravity,
setting me adrift,
between my mornings and
nights.
until


between cereal and coffee
im tugged unwilling into
the vastness between planets.
lost to the pull and gasp
of gravity,
beyond the redemption of
earth,
with out your arms
and mouth to tether me
to your orbit
and I drift in the chill,
silent darkness.
till the mundane reels me
in and
I finish my cooling coffee,
and start my day,
until


the realization of your
absents severs the
tenuous fleshy threads,
that bind me to my
life,
and I fall from cleaning
dishes,
into the cloying film of
black water,
removed from the bustle
and buzz, of driving and
trafic, from
commuting and arriving,
treading water, distant,
and removed, bobbing
in the thick ooze, that
grasps and pulls, threaditeing
to hold me under,
and I beyond the reach
of rescue, watching the buzz and scamper
of daily life on the distant shore,
with out your eyes and hands
to moor me to the safety
of your harbor.
then arrival reaches in,
and im at my desk,
leafing throw work.
until


the blanks in my life,
snare me,
and I flout untethered ,
unraveled
in the void that your
absence has bloomed in
my everyday and
I become lost between living room
and bedroom,
lost between sheets and
sleep.
with you gone, I suffer the
vertigo, of a thousand years
of isolation
in the world, I stumble
and sway,
and fill with nausea over
the heaving desert, of mundane
callings and promises


with you gone
I become lost,
in the gap of
my days,
and long for
your return
to bind together my
fragmented and tattered
remnants
and hold me secure in
your moment and
purpose.