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”


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”


the lord of her dawnin the throes of fire, claimsa waltz in the figments of a hundred shadesthat slip between them as invisible rain as the ash settles in silky psalm and drops to earth redrawnthey close their eyes to the thin placesand find their lost love song Driving home with my Mom, during thatContinue reading “waltz”

one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carriesthe light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,and thanks to your loveContinue reading “one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda”


we etched sonnets on the trees and drank midnight in the river every time we held hands this forest in me where we carved our initials and etched sonnets on the trees where we drank of midnight from the river gorged of our dreams ….how quiet you’ve become i trace our letters, i whisper aContinue reading “synthesis”


letters from the sky open me slowly with cursive tongue tap into my bloodstream with golden fingertips and listen as it hums to be carried away in the fertile blue of night be still take your time elevate with the colors to braid with your mind in fields of gold let fingers stroll beneath oakContinue reading “conceive”


when the clock stops moving and the earth is fullmidnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite magick returns me,letting down its hairflirting in the onyxrolling cross my tongue patient lips float in slipstreams wakea tapestry of chiffonand unequivocal graceundressing in the liquid of timetil dawn’s flicker of sun


take my handfollow the narcissus pleato run wild in unkept foreststo stilled breath in gardensbeneath the trees take my handin the union of water and earthwhere lyrics that burn withinspeak to giants, and wander into your dreams

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