AND the last kiss
from the last lovers
on the last day
for Mother Earth
reignite the flowers
swimming fish
flying birds
crawling things
And the hope
for humanity
and all creatures
large and small
This is love…
::01-14-2014::
Monthly Archives: January 2014
THE LAST KISS
OVER THE CLOUDS
MY feet bleeding
have walked upon
red roses
Tenderly touching
an echo of my soul
longing for a home
What distance away
in desperation walk
shall I return home?
Far I fear… so far
away beyond the hills
and over the clouds
::01-14-2014::
ROBUST LOVER
SECRET dream I expected you!
this today I said to another
you would be here to explain
my strange being yesterday
What say you today my love!
do shadows flee in red love
and scamper about in weakness
say no because I know such love
Show your face in love flower
run with me across fire fields
smell my lust robust lover
fall upon my stems lower now
Kiss me petal flesh-see
touch my heart forever-be
hug me hot-bee sting stick
die love-bee with only-me
::01/13/2014::
FORMAL GREETING
MY DEEPEST despair, a formal greeting
Such reasons like pompous meanings
My heart bleeding upon corner stones
Such time until I become seconds
My hands so calloused in meaning
Of feelings, heart, and believing
Tis a frightful way
Regressed living
My cage small in existence
But now is paramount to be
if nothing just for me
A summer breath burning
From flesh–to–boiling–it’s me
::01/13/2014::
CELLO SPEAK FOR ME
THE pain speaks clearly
no introduction needed
A bastard for a mumble
the razor edge bleeds
No need to plead–indeed
such weakness is meat
for fangs deeply digging
— in me such remorse
To believe in love indeed
cello speak for me…
this night I bleed eternally
::01-12-2014::
MY STORM
VOICE within the gale
speak to me – shudder
soil drench soul – sell
I bind my tongue no-utter
secrets of my shadow-tell
My storm has entered
across a parched land
dust assailed by tear drops
footprints across soul-sand
Let fires burn from my skies
ripping oak and ancient lands
the treasure shall you find
winds, rain, lightning discover…
a heart that’s lost
in space and time…
::01-12-2024::
A PURPLE ROSE
TIME kissed me today
A forked tongue
she bit my soul
into a purple rose
My bee-buzzed
her clover-lip
blood of honey
spice of life…
My skin burned
— love-fire consumes
devouring pleasure
in a snap-tongue
Digging deep
into such pleasure
my life licks
plump lips
between thigh-hips
::01-08-2014::
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