hollow paths glitter beyond a yellow brick road unadorned jewels wait I remember this day when I happened upon this view very vividly for two reasons. One, it was the first time my son stood beside me with his own camera after finding his own interest in photography. Two, it was the first time IContinue reading “hollow: a haiku”
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afterglow
in the perfume of dawn i sprawl in naked wander in the wake of he for his touch sheds my worry as leaves floating from the fall tree his kiss returns the waterfall that bathes the season in me and i, in budding refrain, need but whisper please, please before you leave won’t you grazeContinue reading “afterglow”
wake
lost in the depths of your lilac blue, i curl round the stilled river of you unfurling my buttons from a winter wed beneath woodlace and hawthorne where my heart has fled across the meadow, beyond the thistle and dawn’s rise i am the narcissus in wait a paled for too long desire that growsContinue reading “wake”
winter gown
she dreams of serengeti in the folds of her winter gown where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss parading in raffia robes and organic crown she nests in the blue of its iris as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree, her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia toContinue reading “winter gown”
exhale
the words take breath along her secret scroll as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul
blue wind
weave me between the weeds of your sea lapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleas let us babble in the salty brine getting lost in the dawn find our freedom amid the salamanders get drunk on the blue wind and find our way home
sanctum
gifts caressed from our swollen lips beneath this our found sanctum
union
take my hand follow the narcissus plea to run wild in unkept forests to stilled breath in gardens beneath the trees take my hand in the union of water and earth where lyrics that burn within speak to giants, and wander into your dreams
changes: a haiku
changes drift beneath the river sleeps in my hands lotus speaks in tongues
skip: a haiku
read me a story only skip to the last page where it all began Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that halfContinue reading “skip: a haiku”