Still full of Questions

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I tuck my fingers under my thighs

To keep them off you

While I scan your outline for

All the places you keep secrets

I inhale wanting to touch you deeper

My breath holds on to itself

As I wrap around you in a warm soft hug

Parting stilled in questions   

I long to brush your face

With my fingertips

Holding it in my hands for clues

We part to go on alone

I can feel the trap doors

Closing

Slamming shut

Paranoia seeps under day light cracks

Leaving rust notes

She

She

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Eyes stare back in ethereal crystals

Lips seep honey in their smeared fullness

Smiles that sneaks up at the corners slipping into a dimpled crater deep enough

To distract you for a second as you fall into her wake

You know her as

She enters your mind through the aroma of a garden rose or the scent of wild mint

Leaves shimmer filling her outline with soft yellow spilling pungent red tinges on her edges.

Her skin- fifty shades of milk, cream and mocha touching as lighted dawn

Press against her belly as you kiss

                             The thigh waits in between each breath

Yielding

            She evaporates until the scent of her taps you awake again…..

Chasing Away the Devils Cell

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Your urges fill the void and I tighten around your girth

Surging in all the volatiles I swell within your power

Dipping in a wild oaks the oceanic well

Cast seeds against the devil shedding all the goodness of creation

Against the harlot of doom

The angst of torture

Fill my belly

The life of you warms its goodness steeping as tea

Turning amber and tart and all so deep

An endorphin rich

Spirit sucking to the core of the ugly dividing

Choke off my dastardly cancer

Fill my core creamed dancing with red and angry circles

You fill my vessel and I will let your pedals of mercy heal

God returns when the sun shines against the enemy of life

Your river flow inside my tomb of woe

And I will live another day

Another week

Another year

Dancing In your spring

Of light

And energy

And love

Misunderstood

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The longing is gone now
Your eyes no longer beg me to follow
Or yearn to
Dive deep into them
But the stain of you is there
Lingering in unfinished business
That eroded what we could no longer
Communicate
I rode the fault-line as much as you
The only difference
I knew it
You didn’t
Grandstanding was the armor we wore
As the wind blew away the sand we
Stood on
Now it’s just air
And memory
And deep seated regret
Not from knowing you but
For letting you leave
With a pocket full of misunderstood

August

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I know August

She’s sultry moist air waiting for a summer storm

Firing lighting waves of charged particles dancing in the rain

Splashing against fruit hanging ripe in freckled shapes of pear

And avocado

I remember August

Her light seeped under lush forests

Washing her hair in tepid streams along hemlines of curving shores



Oh I had August

While blazing against the whole horizon

She quaked and spun corn silk

Milking creamy meadows

Singing in budding fields of sheer wildness



I adored August

As she scooped up froth of ocean bellies

Her smile a full wave against the melting sky

Her eyes fire and smoke curling south reading poems of

Heat and salty sand

And just when I thought her arms loved me

She knew when to part a kiss

And turn away to greet

September

Sanctuary

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Amber shines against stoned layer

Nestles in black earthen beds of rich

Abundant sun rays

Drench red and orange tamale hot

Love abides creatively dancing in fun and song

Spilling social invite to my private paradise

Enter only if you desire peace

Calmed clarity in healing green and gray

Energy cascades in ribbons of joyous

The spirit glows passionately kissing the temples

Our eyes transfixed and our hearts seized

In meditative awe



Come rest in between long breaths and warm pulses

My Sanctuary lies here

Please

Go within

graveyards

The whole world is a graveyard

Entombed layers scattered in sides of mountains

From pristine air to heavy sea

Each last breath wraps around

Shrouded bones



We kick dust

Or dissolve in murky mud

Littering ourselves indiscriminately


Green life reaches to the sun

Death compresses itself to the center of the earth





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