The wet wintry snowy day
broken foot-ice crack
said to me in dire vocal
syllabic horror —
“tread softly upon my
frozen heart dear sole
lest ye mark my beauty”
I crawled across her
that grand expanse of snow
beneath a lake of water
where ice separates
air from life-giver
and she — the lover
kissed my soul
:: 07-17-2014 ::
OH what desire my soul-partner is today
always today as any day forever
(I hope she stays) that fire
On the wet walk of life she still burns
through life’s ice ages and tsunamis
and that broken ageless disaster
— a falling out of fantasy from
time – to – time (it comes)
I desire she admits our desire acquits
the crime of lust and love and anger
bit my tongue and I bled she kissed
(drank it) and filled our hearts
The red rose in the room smelled
assault of heart and love-fought
The bee queen saved her delicate sting
I sucked it and savored her tips
Honey is a golden soul that drips
s l o w l y upon my broken knees
Her running rain across my ancient
nameless country of man-chest
she climbed the peak and pierced
herself upon the snow-gods of lust
Springtime flooded the valley down
where sweet little souls grow
And I, oh you, we go picking berries
figural of hearts we touch-pluck
and squeeze between our canine teeth
beauty bleeds sweetly when in love
:: 07-17-2014 ::
IF pears compare
to apples – smile
then fruit is key
the orchid of hearts
And if rivers roar
like stone stores
then water is rock
and time smooth
my ancient heart
Tiny-tender toe
patter-slide me
the ballerina heart
save me soul
:: 07-18-2014 ::
i hear the squeaky oil engine of life
a nature-machine of thin-throat
that feathered soul upon a tree
she beat-notes my heart today
eye beads of soul beyond know
there, that branch she grips
a heart of heat and love
sing my angel-tiny-one
a tickle-note nickel throw
upon the silver heart cup
her song kisses my lips
and falls into my heart
The weather was grand
today I see blue
and placed my tiny soul
within her Sparrow nest
:: 07-17-2014 ::
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth
: 07-16-2014 ::
/wh/AT darkness
see(th) me(at) E my soul
I Drown c<at> the fis%sure%
@be@ low my soul lives
a dream so l(ow) l&ays
night /wh/AT darkness
:: 07-16-2014 ::
WHAT good is a heart
that lives a lonely life?
I say I saw love one day
through a rain-pelted window
She looked lost in her soul
and he had a sailor’s gaze
across a long ocean of salt
a ship wrecked romance
leviathan devoured their souls
flotsam and jetsam blood
I could never be your sea
I bellow sail winds across bow
and my land is there dear love
across your deep sea death
I love a journey with firm land
my destiny is a beach at a sea
and my toes in the hot sands
not death in deep watery cold
So sail away lovely sweet go
:: 7-16-2014 ::
Dear,
not say what feelings
a storm that passes
the butterfly survives
a down pouring —
and that fire what flower!
Like a burning bush
it does not burn!
but soothes my soul
I ate from your plate
and tasted tender soul
and fell into a love…
you are my golden
molten warmth of love
and I am yours for time
that eternal clock
never unwinds
:: 07-16-2014 ::
Love — my no one
kissed a distant dream
the brightest sun
within my soul!
I should speak
but my immortal
her soul I die today
that hand I can never
should ever she touch
Still life should come alive
the heart — an artist paints
and her spirit my pallet
I secretly dip into her
a color of all romantic
and love and life too
The immortal canvas
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