Poétique

On Winged Foot

Your law is in my heart
A desire to be of your words
A passenger a signal a train
On your tracks
Falling asleep on your shoulder
In a tunnel of love
Under your mountain
Meshed together in a glossy
Disarrayed dreamlike state
Worldwide from center to flame
Soul to soul from stream to rain
Disembarking on the bridge
A Milky Way that gleams
A heart shaped structure
Viewed closely from within
A hazy band of brightness
Deemed of rich respite
1900 observations
Deep in our galaxy tonight
On winged foot we tread
We catch the dying signal
Reclaim it before death
What was once lost and bleak
Dropped before
A broken analog complete
With cloud interpretations
Slowing down
Across the starry eve’s
Terrain

Yet Begins

Subtle smile
Beauty astral
A single forever
Situated in an
Everlasting bouquet
Hanging upside down
By the sliding glass door

Remember my soul
Eager to love
At no time violent
Complimenting antidotes
For heaven like sheets
Wrapped about our
Legs and arms and things

We have a fascinating
History yet to be told
Remember this when
We are old
Recall it all before we have
What we have yet begun to hold

A night song exhaled
In streams of red
Love red words unsaid
Remember what we
Have yet to begin
After our limbs are draped
About the bed
White noise from the fan
Drifting calmly
Against your hand
Waking up
My finger drawn
Across your lips

The glowing labours
Of our love
Swollen in the walls
I remember the color
A little less brighter
The night before

Cease the northern lights
If our disheveled passion
Ends on distant winds
Before the shaking
Of our pleasure
Yet begins

Listening

Everyday perusing
Pursuing deciphering the code
Pleasures brightly rising
Against the coast
Of my horizon
Beyond the wooded lookout
Today sustains the joy
With little helplessness
Sugar coated traps of
Curiosity at every fingertip
Contouring around
The devils wishes to
Pull us down like
Gravity in one way
Or another
Holding out
Just for your eyes
I know the difference
So many kinds
But none like you
Not even one
Is knit so well
Business as usual
My feet will not be snared
By any unequaled attempt
A majestic air of beauty
Wisping around
So much that the electricity
Is clear and undeniable
As the hairs stand up
On the back of my neck
In an alert for your
Charming tremors they detect
From whence you come
When you arrive
I’m always listening

Doubtless

I wonder
If a relationship is for me
Where could you be
On the shore of some
Unknown sea
Across the pond or
Hanging out
Beneath a tree
Tender painted dreams
Interleaved
Always held
Birthstones and dogwoods
Dancing bees and
Spiderwebs weaved
A human history
Of sticky sidetracking
Miles of ghosts
And lovely leaks
Unstoppable flares
Rosy warmed up cheeks
I’m not famished at all
Just a little hungry for
A heart strong moment
Taking delight
In the desire of your kiss
Catching you off guard
Sitting at the end of the couch
Deep in some books wit
Jumping in to take a look
Into those eyes I can’t resist
Without a doubt
I am quite certain you exist

Pretty Sure

It hurts
In a way I don’t like to talk about
The way that you won’t feel
About moi
Pretty sure it’s me
Not you
I’ve invested too many feelings
Even if you act normally
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
No up no down
Just the same everything
No change
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
There’s no difference
Between the two
You choose what you choose
Extracurricular for me
Isn’t especially for you
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
You’ve always been the same
Only I have changed
Only I have grown to pout
Only I would feel left out
It hurts me in a way
I don’t like to talk about

It’s silly really
Just feelings you can’t feel
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
I’d rather not wear it
Not quite sure how to
Tear it off
It’s silly really
Just drawing lines
Around the lot

Across the Table

I can hardly contain myself
Restrain myself
These words from my mouth
You are pleasing
In my sight
So pleasing
I want to let it out
Climb across the table
Hold your head between
My hands
Where are your hands?
Who is the gentleman here
Maybe just pure eye contact
Is enough
But still it’s not
What will it take
To make a way
For my feelings
To subside
I’m not sure this crush
Will fade today
Or really any day
I’ll have a rough time
Falling asleep
Tonight

Yet to Kiss

Timber in the sunlight
Shadows sloped
Whispering at night
Along the rocky
Sunsplashed emotions
Winding down from the
Literature on your lips
I have heard
With my own ears
A stormy raucous
In my heartfelt
Wilderness
Missing
I miss
The love drips
From your lips
I have still to taste
Yet to kiss

I Wrote A Song

Pleasing and perfect
My transformed will
Freed from the patterns
Of this world
I walk through a kind of
Corridor of love
Even towards the ones
That don’t seem
To deserve it
Who can judge the
Public heart
There is a sphere of sympathy
Wondered thereupon
Standing completely
Unhooked and resisting
Unhallowed uncertainty
The stars ring passionately
Healing bruises by a
Brighter pleasure
And you
Like to dance?
I wrote a song for you
A hidden source of music
Exploring every crevice
In nature
Fatal eye contact
Your conscious gift
Is my happy sound

Timeless Love

Plans to give you
What hope knows
Hatching the dream
Gripped by silver scenes
Lining the cerebral
Contextual beliefs
Procured night secrets
Certain and possible truths
Timeless love
Contemporary layers and years of
Teary wilderness
Mending poems
Sewing masterpieces
Miraculous and sweet
Blood red beets
On earthshaken golden
Backs of beasts
Bound by foxes trot with
Iridescent tread
Tiptoes silently in
Transient treasured threads
Running towards the
Fascination of a wanderlust
Romance outside the cave
Where upside down
Magic potions bubble to the top
Dimensions fate
Is only blooming
Outside the gate

Pretty Scratches

Descendants of mothers
Resolving the fathers we
Respect our origins
Equally bare
Windchimes on the
Porches of our minds we
Roam in blankets of
Prairies we play
Walking towards glistening
Both of us whistling or
All of us
What’s that sound on
Blue birds’ pursed lips
Smiling we dance
In return
Arrival soon soothes the
Pretty scratches
That life makes
Are they scars
Or are they
Just the way things are!
Conferred to dreaming
Song-like screaming
Wakefulness spares
Parted poetic descent
One hair this way
One hair that way
I’m curled up
Blown around by laughter
You can’t imagine the fun
We had the summer after