15 November 2011

Last Night

I stood at your door in the rain, last night,
Only wanting to end the pain last night
Too unsure to ring the bell,
Scared of the story my heart wanted to tell.
A story of a man, a woman and careless Love.
So I just stood there, tears mixing with those from above.
I remember the cops the argument the fight
The anger I felt driving away that night,
Away from the family I thought I was gettin back
Away from the future I thought was on track.
Remember how you asked, this time, not to let
Pressures and problems between us get?
Yet here we are not speaking again
Not lovers, not family, not even friends.
I don’t know if these wounds will mend
And I don’t know if this time the silence will end;
All I know is that I stood there in the rain last night,
Only wanting to ease the pain last night,
Too sad and loving to keep away
Too proud and lonely to maybe stay,
And too unsure to ring the bell
Scared of the story my heart wanted to tell.

And ever has it been that love
 knows not its own depth until
 the hour of separation.”
Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet


This Lust is systematic.
I taste you across this universe,
My heart racing in your regard, warm as sunlight,
My longing now a part of my being
As I seek to be the air you breathe.                                                                        
I am in awe,
Sent adrift into autoerotic mastery
Every time I contemplate the delicate lines of your labios rosados,
Every caress I imagine in your honor
As I fall into a familiar dream:
 We dance naked by candlelight,
 my eye tracing every movement of your body
 as I rise in anticipation, swaying to unheard desire.
 I gather you in my arms, lifting your breast to my mouth
 As you arch your back in the silent sway of candlelight.
 This is the slo blues time,
 When all the equations approach infinity
 And all that matters is the heat of your delta rising toward me,
 The conversation of my tongue and your nipple
 And the sweet moisture we both prepare to give.
 My hands trace your body as I lower you,
 Tongue tasting the hollow of your neck,
 I take you from the vertical,
 Our shadows behind us, as merged as we are meant to be,
 And begin to drink the wine of your being,
 Kissing first your delicate ankles before moving,
 Slowly but definitely toward your feminity.
 The delicate blend of pink and brown
 Of heat and moisture
 Engulf me
 As I open your tenderness and feed,
 Gently letting my tongue know you,
 Existing only for this moment
 When this kiss is all
 When your moans are all
 When my desire is all,
 Evident in the mixed nectar
 That covers my face
 That glistens on your fundament
 That connects this lust to these bodies.

I can’t step to you with an envelope of empty dreams,
No abracadabra phases and mental gymnastics,
Just my appreciation of all the things you are
And the knowledge of my desire.

Fantasy #2: Morning Dew

in your mouth
my tongue reaches for
sugar pink
back arching as teeth
giving pain so sweet
tasting tears of honey
eyes even open

Diamond Wine

let us love hard,
my words blowing across your skin,
raising gooseflesh,
the living poem of our desire
spelled out as i touch tongue to clit,
fingers to slit,
free verse across the small of your back.
time stretching to Infinity
as we dandy doggy-fuck fantastic
and my Verb is realized in you,
as we slide, glide, ride
we be friction
giving as we get.
Verb to Word to Sentence
as i teach you my fullness,
pulsating and thrusting,
glistening with your response
as your velvet repeats the Words i teach.
these are the lessons in the blood
the ballad of our sweat
written as i feel your heartbeat
talking to my finger in your foundation,
moving to the rhythm of your fingers on your electric.                                                                       
this is what Love has brought us to,
the Thunder in every thrust
Lightning in every inch of my Verb
as you bless me in your Rain,
with your sweet musky liquor flowing
i place my mouth on your fountain,
as if your lust would quench my desire,
my deep urgent feelings,
as i turn you onto your back,
mounting your chest
to cum on your jeweled nipples,
writing “I Love You” with my fingers
in my Seed on your breasts,
then leaning forward to lick the tears from your face,
the tears when you cum
. . .sweet diamond wine.

10 November 2011


Autumn distills foggy mornings to jazz
Carrying the swift flow of slowing time,
Heated days and memories now the past,
Just notes left of a sweet Summer’s nighttimes.
Where, gone now,  has all energy then fled?
Taken, with her, from out my reach, my mind,
Ever to be my longing afore bed?
This a lesson serv’ed to me remind
That all days are ever poetry made,
And pain itself by energy designed
As life’s minor key to show love’s cascade.

Take then and drink these ever cooling eves,
When, in silence, does the soul learn and believe

October Song

(as summer’s will falters and leaves turn to flame)
I touched your body with
Destiny’s hand,
Loving every curve, every pore,
the roughness of nipples erect,
the smoothness of your breath
breaking in waves against my soul. 

I was made to Love you.

Words hide all the things we be,
All the days we were summer in each other’s arms,
Making liars of the snowflakes outside the steaming windows,
Bejeweled in salty diamonds
And sweet, sticky pearls,
Being all that the words can never be:
Man and Woman
M e m o r y
We soared in rhythmic  colors of 10,000 unnamed human emotions,
Bodies singing in the minor key
and dancing tongue to tongue.

(Love is all in your eyes)

Every caress a symphony,
A million stories in the candy sigh that escapes you as I enter your presence;
Just a Man and Woman loved and loving-
And if God is Love,
How beautiful must Heaven be? -
Touching and tasting,
Eating and Making,


More together, under timeless nights, than possible alone.
(I only wish I didn’t love you so)

Standing under a night filled with Autumn’s promise

I remember;
Remember Winter nights when we were summer heat,
Spring days when we made April scream to our desire,
July afternoons when I wrote my name
In the sweat pooling in that sacred place
That was neither your back nor your ass,
But still articulated my need.
in the moonlight, under starlight                                     

(I believe that Love will always stay the same)

the dearest thing I knew.
Not knowing that even summer must end,
Even the most haunting melody fades,
As surely as the scent of You disappeared from my fingers,
You from my arms,
My heart from the Heaven of your desires.

(Let’s tell all the stars above, oooh Baby)

I shout these shining leaves from the trees,
my longing denying season’s change.
Wanting this bright moon to not be,
These cooling days to be not,
(This is the sound of my soul, this is the sound)
And my throat is raw in my desire,
my desire is raw in my throat,
Calling your name,
The voice of my need filling my ears,
Needing to be with you
Near you
In you,
Needing to enter your wonder,
Needing to release this atmosphere.
Needing to Be.
Being in need
Of something more than these shining leaves,
This remembered passion,
These dreams and this October wind...

(You and I were supposed to grow old)
wind . . .
Night and wind
by full orange moon
is Truth.

(Every time I turn around, I see your face, but you’re never there)