Come Hither

I want to take the time to get to know you. 

Introduce myself slow in eye-contact 

and witty banter. 

Making my presence known,

over Chianti we start a conversation; 

seemingly innocent questions 

like finger play 

down the tender slope of your neck. 

I will make you relish your honest beauty. 

I will make you come undone. 

I want to see your head thrown back, 

skin glistening, 

chest pounding, 

muscles screaming

over and over

in the sound of your voice 

heavy and coarse.

You are absolutely ravishing 

in nightly heat 

and the after glow shines 

into the untimely chords of morning.

Hate not the here and now.

I could be the greatest lover you’d ever know 

and still no one you’d want to love. 

I wouldn't want you to. 

I am a jack of all trades, 

a space cowboy; 

I'm thousand faces 

and a million words. 

I give you the best parts of myself 

and mourn silently the sacrifice.

Master Minds

"....feel my hand reach across and don't forget,
                 where you come from baby,
                    cause there's truth in it......"











Trains colliding like shooting stars
there's nothing to be said for things beyond our control
but we find ourselves,
a single tiger lily in the aftermath.
Both strong and resilient,
we are the masterminds.
We walk beside each other
no longer
and yet eternally
because the legacy behind us
is one that can not be erased.

Rose of My Heart

I’m holding a rose to you in my mind

and dancing rites in due time,

because there’s nothing

I wouldn’t do for you.

Let me plant my roots

Or fasten my getaway shoes

because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

I’m living in a storm cloud

and floating on a stream of thunder

waiting for the the right wind

to capsize my logic and pull me under...

Three Ghosts

On the coast with a Twilight Ghost

I walk the shore in solace,

for all things that can’t be spoken.

The seagulls cry out

my famous getaway plan

shotgun and roses,

my old friend Moses.

There's a paper thin side never disclosed

because it's handled by a motion

and what used to matter to me most

can not be seen beyond the coast.

The pristine coast of Indigo Ghost

lay before us as the sky collided 

and stars exploded into nothing 

but cold space.

On the coast with the Ivory Ghost

the truths of yesterday

are buried deep in the approaching future.

Lapping waves and tides do sweep,

my heart lost among her countless beats,

but by bootstraps I rise again

I’m not one to satisfy defeat.

Burn

Come on back tonight,

I dare you.

You will not recognize

anything from you and I.

Ashes to ashes,

it just takes one hour to burn.

And I am fine.

You did me like all your sad little girls,

and for once in my life I was true.

If all is fair in love and war

it’s not worth the trouble of hating you.

So I don’t,

but dammit sometimes I do.

And that’s the worst part of me

because it shows I still care.

I am fine.

You’re like playing with fire

indifferent to the pain of the burn.

So bring out the match book 

and take a good look,

there’s nothing about love here to be learned.

Angel Feathers

And I could spend eternal night
tracing every single angel feather
etched into the magnificent body I adore.
Memorize your every detail
feeling your everything with my senses
and worshipping her grace and tattoos,
those road side souvenirs and rainy kisses
become the things we keep
as the past's pain falls away.


Yesterday's not remembered.
It wasn't worth the thoughts 
and dissolves back to the nothingness
from which they emerge.


The white wolf rests her weary head on my lap
as we watch the falling stars in a patch
of rose hips and four leaf clovers.
To be in love is to be humbled;
to dissect the entire past with precision
and great expectations.


I never gave up hope,
but after so many years
your eyes play tricks on you.
What's close one minute 
is instantly a thousand miles away
in the blink of an eye.
Your heros become nothing but fallen idols.
We are star-crossed stars of the dope show.

Gazes

The night she gazes at me.

Relentless she stares,

until she has my full attention.

Sculpted tattooed shoulder glowing

in a spell cast down at midnight,

from the forgiving moon.

I wait for a lover not visiting tonight.

I place my trust,

as frail as snowflakes,

into a forsaken butterfly jar

that’s been purposely vacant.

Light flickering like a candle murmuring

a cast iron promise

bent and broken like playthings.  

No one is my salvation

but I am in love this time

with a wing and a prayer.

Wings spread and talons sharpened,

I ripped a doorway into time and space

and kicked that bitch off the hinges.

She praises an unnamed goddess,

and I am to protect all that is precious.  

Stars and Paint

And those stars explode
into plumes of oil paint 

and peacock feathers.

They fall into the shape of your face

and tumble the fathomless depths

of all of the countless questions

whose answers make a difference

in this indifferent world.

Stars burn through their existence

and are reborn by the friction

of desperately wanting.

They have left corresponding ancient symbols

of passion and loyalty

at the bases of our hearts.  

Their celestial tides

wash over our fragile footprints

and tattoo the skin of our souls.

Together, we go sailing

on unspoken promises

through newborn stars

behind the low hanging full moon.

Angel

She is Angel,

lighting cigarettes in the morning.

I feel her ashes

on my eyelashes

She sews the world

with tight craftsmanship

and chrome stitches

from a needle made of driftwood.

When the incandescent clouds roll by,

her mind locks with no combination

and calm is not the same as sedation.

Stolen from a sky

that takes no prisoners,

a special kind of blue

in the window of her solitude

brings elation of soul

and a paradox of the mind,

leaving nothing but unwelcome grey

behind teeming clouds

that refuse to release the rain.

We both bare the scars of broken down soldiers 

but they are part of my heart

and a piece of my brain.

Changed

Watching your body folded to sleep
getting higher from your respirations
and then plummeting 
like evening doves diving
from the rafters of the old Mayfield Theatre.
Your phoenix lies still tonight,
in vigil and in awe
of the tattooed Venus;
with a sway that could cut glass,
shake the heavens,
and raise up fire and brimstone.
But in all her glorious luster
she willing chooses generosity
when it's natural to take,
I am entangled in what she creates.
I am undeserving but grateful
for the touch in which she's changed me.
Blueprints and calculations useless now,
her aurora's become part of my framing.

Euphoria

And I know she has to feel it,

the static that grasps

and sparks between your azure eyes

and my open mouth

preparing to say something

too casual.

My lips sink ships

as my grip on restraint slips

I find myself shooting,

straight from the hip.

Mountains and Ecstasy

We shall absorb the mountain heights 

yielding only to the mighty Pacific.

Northwest terrain beneath of us

being skillfully molded by the tread on our boots.

Snow silently falling but not hindering,

the pace of our travels.

I close my arms and feel embraced

and am warmed by your painted arms.

You hold me securely by the waist.

I push back gentle but with purpose.

Sunrise ignites the sky,

as the rhythm of our rejoicing

is caught in the need 

of our increasing desire and demands,
two bodies and one soul

taken over by a force greater than god,

by a power beyond what can be seen from here,

and blades of grass capture a breathless love song

of two lovers

loving like there’s no tomorrow.