I remember talking about your collection of rocks,the names all beautifully foreign to me,amethyst, citrien, lazurite, tourmaline....I remembered your reason for seeking them,how their glittering innards were proof that nothing is ever really an accident,you said touching them connected you to...
poem
The Mountain Cabin
"Written for a woman I used to call Kiss..."
We are lying together in a bedIn a mountain cabin.I can hear the sharp snapping soundsof split pine burning in the fireplace.Embers appear like orange fireflies,Dancing drunkenly.I feel your hand exploring my body,Trying to make all of my body feel...
Trying to put things right with Sue Part 2
"I meet with Sue to apologize for my mistake in trusting Lyn."
Marg and I had travelled east to investigate if Lyn, Marg’s sister, had been manipulating Sue to cheat on me. What we found out horrified me. Every person that was involved who was willing to talk to us told a...
I've never left this placeYour mouth silently sealing,clasping like a hot wet ringover a column of needy fleshhelplessly surging towards oblivion.My name is a muffled moan,but the world is roaringat this animalistic edge where you want to taste my soul.And as...
You don't need to say it all yet,tell me what you find there now.When I sharply inhale your name,fold it deep into the lungs,the heart's unique signature,until the letters are a chantgrowing far beyond itself.With skin as soft as moonlight, bones...
I know it will pass by soon enough.A part of me leaves with you now,an illumination that even my lovewill never quite know the fleeing of,some glows never get to return.Even when ravaged by a familiar continual fury,your voice knew...
The night belongs to you,its spectral glows upon your framereminds me that there are pieces,fragments of you with me thatI won't be able to give back.Such pain once made us dangerous.It's become something much morethat will bind us together.And I'm...
Reverb
"From a series of sonnets"
After we are a tangle of limbs braided,our heat encased within blanketsand our still, feverish forms,I try to listen to the endless beautiful code that your heart makes.You're always trying to tell me somethingwhenever we're not using words.This live wire between...
You wore the moonlight like a secret,a closely guarded confession to bloom against your skin.I was too afraid to touch then,already not knowing how to let gobefore this dangerous rubicon of contact where our hands meet.Even then, I was alreadyclinging too jealously.But...
The song flowed through meas I once moved through you,deeper than any known note,without pride or question.It sang of something so distant,a bond I wanted to touch or torch,maybe I was just jealous,craving a tie so sacred.Maybe it just proves...