my words

May 25

can words serve to kiss

my fingers
stroking letters into words
as i feel my lips
against your skin
spelling out a kiss
tightening around you
with each syllable
as my fingers press
i feel the warmth of your skin
your flesh bloom
against the insistence
against the pressure
of my desire
is it only your eyes
riding the movement
of each phrase
or do you move
against the motion
of your own insistent touch
feeling my flesh
parting
pressing
entering
your night

May 22

what a wicked wicked want

the wicked thoughts
come flooding in
from just a word
from seeing you
a tilted glance
a sideways smile
a heart in flames
my skin on fire
the wishes strong
that you would blush
the image bold
desire so hot
what i have done
within my dreams
i have not shared
nor should i tell
of need that aches
and lust that swells

the ache for the kiss, for the touch, in the night

have you cried
for the loss of
a love
never known
have you ached
for the touch of
a hand
have you sighed
for the warmth of
a kiss yet
unkissed
have you wanted
to be taken
away
so the sun will
sink low
and the darkness
arrive
the echoes of day
will dispell
and the wishes
will start
with an ache
in your heart
and the heat
in your hips
will be felt

living in the shadow of memory

so long
it has been
so long
since the touch
of lips parting warm
against my own
since the touch
of fingers moving
upon my skin
so long
it has been
so long
since i felt the heat
in a lover’s hips
since i tasted lust
on a lover’s lips
so long
it has been
so long

un peu mot

if I was
blinded by mere mote
so it mote be
that I cannot see
beyond the smallest part
taken to the place
within the smallest space
of thought that will not fly
mai seulement
un petit mot
dis moi pour chacun nuit
j’espere, desir, souhaite
un peu d’amour
c’est tout

May 20

icarus once saw the heights but hubris was his weighty price

fallen
abased
descended
denigrated
fallen
from grace
abased
through space
descended
disgraced
i have fallen
fallen
from wishes
base and low
desires you don’t know
fallen

May 19

dying light before the sunrise

looking back
through the rearview
to you
home flickering red
in the hesitant brake lights
the tailights setting fire
to places left
behind
the black snow floated down
filling the air
the bitter taste of burned hope
the faint strain
of strings idly bowed
the song of a heart
gone to ash
i wanted hope
and heart to sing
but in the dying light
of last embers
you gave your kiss
to him
and yet beneath the breaking dawn
the western pacific lies
placid and patient
a horizon of light spilling out
across the plain
what can be seized by wish and want
what can be sowed by trust and try
where can you go
once the pyrhic past
has gone to ash
there is always another dawn
stretching out upon the western road
just beware
the icarus curse
for every rising light
casts forth its heat

the secret way you have when no one else can see

show me
with a wanton look
your heated touch
as if all alone
with the heat of lust
strip away your care
strip away all thought
with a wanton touch
with a heated look
show me
let my eyes devour
what you hide beneath
let me in to see
what you hide away

May 18

your legs are crossed and still I think about the placement of my lips

the curve of your calf
move often it is the smooth warmth
the silken softness of thigh
against parting lips in a kiss
that warm nuzzle silken smooth
that comes to mind
but now
at this moment
it is the curve of your calf
i want to feel
against my kiss
my fingers holding the arch
of your soul
feeling your skin
my questing lips seeking
just that pulse point
where i can find your heat
and trace the line straight
into your heart

May 16

the arcane meaning of a dream

what does it mean
that the light in your eyes
wakes me in a dark night
and leaves me wondering
what does it mean
that your words come
out of the blue
with little herald or warning
and my heart races
to see you reach for me
what does it mean
that I dream
the warm taste of your kiss
of wanting more of you than this
plotting collisions in the street
wondering if we will ever meet