You set aside the stone faces,
chalk red their pale lips.

You clamber from sun to moon,
grant the first kiss,

Divine the night,
press flesh to earth -

alluring in white light.

You cast the cup aside,
bold, judicious - are first among hips.

1:46 am  •  27 February 2012  •  3 notes

You peel back the tin sky,
gather cloves, lift one hand
supplicant to the kings.

You give painted faces
the glass moment,
corpus imbued with light.

You prune the last words
from frail lips-

break bread over the empty bed.

You, dole out the spent bodies
one to lie with another
lids frosted white.

12:06 am  •  20 February 2012  •  1 note

You whet the appetite
look through glass

ghost white mist

clap hands to head, lean askew
slack and golden among them

clever, swift on foot
deftly spin spools -

the wagging tale among
the dogmas of men

lately demure, carefree -
and come into focus.

1:16 pm  •  31 March 2011

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Thank you for your kind message!

6:29 pm  •  6 March 2011

You build tension into the line
string out the golden fleece,
dollop wine into palms -

You give rings, scent the burning sky
call lovers from their masks,
divine the false tongues -

You play to the morning sun,
swollen, limp, gather coals,
shed sand, skin wet -

give alms,
and slip among stones.

1:00 pm  •  4 March 2011

You score the earth,
crumble bedrock

table the bodies on crystal tablets
dabble in magic, play king to queen.

You strap long life to fallen angels,
query wings, call upon dim halos -

the faint sparks glow purple
iridescent again, stitched into the sky

nimbly, one by one
and spill to the ground

1:00 pm  •  3 March 2011  •  5 notes

You return
spent kisses
folded.

Return the king
fallen men -

broker hope,
scale slick walls
with bare arms.

You return
among sheets

through the window
cold, wet and careful.

1:00 pm  •  2 March 2011  •  1 note

You pin one world
to the next

String along dazed,
red faced giants -

You plaster the collage
to the back of the mountain,

bring on blistering heat
scathe the skin -

You drape lovers
across trampled fields

cool their flushed cheeks
with ice,

take toll of their spent kisses

ply against their bodies.

1:02 pm  •  1 March 2011  •  2 notes

You move eloquent
between the sheets

of rain.

You are swift,
among the fleeting.

You call for the
strapped mountain -

channel the barren valleys
pull the earth’s

dry cork.

And in that sudden
foam of light and water

you are the clarion
by design.

4:45 am  •  20 August 2010  •  1 note

You call upon the mountain -

gather grey woolen clouds,
fetch empty nests.

You praise the festival -

mythical in fire,
cast a wide net

weave a chorus from
the weeping widows.

You stride through broad gates -

lay golden foot
over the open hands

and summon gifts
from the tilled earth.

10:01 am  •  4 August 2010  •  3 notes