drifting

the pale moon in the window
drifts like a love poem
toward you in the night
and i wonder
if it filters through your curtains
while you sleep
your beautiful eyes closed
yet sensing the soft glow
keeping you warm and safe
as i remain a silhouette on the horizon
disappearing with the morning light
just a blink away

fragments revisited

i sit here in the shadows
before an open window
no birdsong or lilacs
no movement
or stirring of life
in the silent dark
just before sleep
no longing for that place
between the world and the dream
oblivious to the times when stars
shone like innocence~
memories
              become
                         fragments
like my fitful sleep where
guilt, regret, awakenings
make for dread filled nights

the sun is bleeding

the sun is bleeding
pooling the ocean
dyeing our bodies crimson

tongues tease tinged waters
breasts whirl like globes
eyes criss-cross with lust

i slobber for rippling hips
awash in sea-foam limbs
and towel-lathered thighs

i become a thirsty sponge
absorbing the wetness
from your flower petals

you become droplets on stone
evaporating into translucence
failing like the wounded sun

you take the form of tears
i whither and wilt and bend
we dissolve saline back to sea

the mango

unexpected beauty
so red ripe
sweet honey
juice runs down my fingers
as i devour
the smooth skin
open
the fragrance
released
the delicacy
freed
the seed
untangled
the reason to exist
consumed

date

in the dizzying beautiful darkness
of flames like crosses with halos
a fevered kaleidoscope of imagination
a deeper fortune than her smile
~detached~
a place i can’t enter
a shelter from weird strangers
a haven from the ugliness of the world
(through cunning and evasion)
~solemnity~
existing on the fringe
the throb of blood
the animal choices
the rich red cells driving our bodies
~futility~
as she blew out the candle

fragments

i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs, harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
in the solid ground a stirring
just before the stillness of sleep
and in that place between this world and the dream
in half-sleep, oblivious to time
life before silence
before innocence
memories in fragments
awakenings
remorse, renewal, rapture
make strange dream fellows