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 full midnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite magick returns me, letting down its hair flirting in the onyx rolling cross my tongue patient lips float in slipstreams wake a tapestry of chiffon and unequivocal grace undressing in the liquid of time til dawn’sContinue reading “vampyr”


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

let us slumber

let us slumber in the moonlight of our mind where feathers drift with honeyed dreams in the quiver of breath before a dawn then sail upon what it is we may find let us slumber in the brewing of loons beneath camomile leaves and northern winds crawling let us make our own cocoon let usContinue reading “let us slumber”


last bites of summer in a honeydew bed as drips of venus and autumn leaves wed It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such. Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported onContinue reading “honeydew”


as the mist of midnight’s steps cradles the morning caress, i awaken too, with a lust for you I captured this image in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Fairy Stone State Park. I giggled at first sight of the morning’s mist in its stream along the lake at the irony of theContinue reading “mist”

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