my words

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

May 13

where dreams may abide

and dreams are not the province alone
of the sleeping mind
for i will find myself bestirred at times
by the roused from dreaming
rumination
of my fingers that have been transported
from their earthly norm
to search out and caress
soft places warm becoming heated
at their touch
at times my lips will start awake
from dreaming
of your kiss
and that moment of tightening
round soft places that will waken
to their touch
yes dreams invest in many places
teasing memories
into wishes
teasing wishes
into hopes

May 12

what lips and fingers want is just a start

the taste of you
in a kiss
with that kiss
that shivers you so
the feel of you
against finger tips
the movement
of hips
that curls up toes
the taste of you
warm and sweet
on my tongue
heady scent
on my skin
dizzying desire
swelling within

on waking from my dreams

some dreams
are felt within a heavy fog
the dank moments unfolding
inexorably timed
and waking from the fog held dream
the tendrils waft still
with the morn
some dreams
are suffered locked in chains
the weight of fear
and pain so cold
and waking from that prison place
the shackle marks
are slow to fade
some dreams
are warmed in summer’s grace
the honeyed sun
on beauty’s face
your hand in mine
our lips can touch
and waking from that dream
is loss

May 11

when waiting for you with bated breath

tell me a story
that lifts your hem
that shows me your hunger
that opens your heart
tell me a story
of unbridled desire
when you were unleashed
your hips set on fire
tell me a story
of loss never gained
of needs unfulfilled
of being restrained
tell me a story
a kiss and a smile
that look in your eyes
that keeps me beguiled

stepping out of the dream

i dreamed of dark carpathian crags
your hair streamed in the wind
as did the white lace
of your hem
as did your slender arms
you stood looking into leaden sky
horizon beyond your view
and when the rain came
despair’s deluge
no drop did stain your lace
until the tears fell hard and fast
streaming from your face
i dreamed of sunlit hardwood
an impossibly empty room
the honey gold glow
suffused the air
belying distance grown
the echo of voices
not yet heard
crouched pregnant
in the walls
with just the slow pulse
of blood and breath
to signal future’s call

May 10

leaving a memory impressed deep within

i want to touch you
so you know you have been
touched
so the memory of the moment
is the yardstick against which
the future is understood
i want to slide deep inside
the heat of you
taking hold of you
moving you to the beat
of my desire
i want to touch you
and take you
leaving you
with the heat of a moment
that does not fade
readily in the night