January 2013


Melanoma
Lips of Silent Fire
Everdream
Paper Doll - Muneca de Papel
Winter Night Slice

for a while
Elemental Needs
Buzzer
A Brush with Cats
Muslin Kiss

Melanoma

Lift a glass of cloud and drink to me
for I will always be part of your sky.
Deep breath in… hold it!
and I’ll find a way to you heart.
Could I stay a while, you know
hang out?
I mean if you don’t mind.

No, I should let you heal I guess.
I know… I’ll settle on your palette
and ride the wild of your brush.
I’ll be the light you paint through your skies.
Deep breath in… hold it!
Smell that Utrecht White?
Smile 'My Heart'… that will be me.

 

Lips of Silent Fire

Her face left the shadows,
Salient and alluring,
Her lips a dark flame, a garnet rose,
glistening and soft,
craving,
a need simmering,
belying her freckled bisque skin.

His face left the shadows
rapacious for her kiss
and the velvet vice of her thighs;
eyes, a mirror to hers.
His heart a merengue,
a dance of phosphor
hissing in the sea of her blues,
on her lips of silent fire.

 

 

Everdream

I dance in these gaps,
that interstitial space of a cellular smile
that my breath holds wide,
between the dark sighs of shadow.

I revel in these cracks
where magic meets logic
where Merlin pals with Darwin
where sparrows peck at Cardinals
hobbling their zealous greed,
their feeding off the sheep of the world.

I soar in these canyons
where we live with such abandon,
where Hawking chats with Moses
where the light of love,
or the joy of a child
can fill one’s eye with everdream.

Paper Doll
            Muneca de Papel

You never had the courage
that I gave your credit for,
perhaps some think that of me.

But its odd…
how together I made you out to be,
the myth I carried through the years
stop motion movies - snippets,
unmoved, resilient, impervious
in stately measured control
resolved.

Mighty storms lie behind our eyes
bloody battlefields of doubt
riddled with second guesses
porous with thirds
with martyrs dying to bleed
on mother’s spotless rug
fears gnawing at common sense
shadow dancers of addiction
feeding lies, denials, and thighs.

Insecure?
You?
This ice queen moving
through rain forests and mountains?
This master of goodbyes?

She was so good at those…
so collected
perversely stoic as she walked away.

You never had the courage
that I gave your credit for.
Just a beautiful paper doll.

Winter Night Slice

The stars seem like tattoos,
pricks of silver and blue white ink
behind this skin of low cloud.
It is a breathy night, moist,
with bursts of cool damp air.
A front is coming,
the crickets are just listening,
the mosquitoes stop licking their fang,
while a lone heron cries
deep in the cypress glade.

for a while

for a while

take off your cloak of sky
let your wings lay still
to plump with the rich warm sun

for a while

let earth renew you
love needs to rest in order to fly
lullaby your roots

for a while

steep violets and marigold
in our evening tea
let my shadow soothe you

for a while

let my breath be your rain
my smile your light