AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.

And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!

And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.

Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!

I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls

:: 10-24-2014 ::

I have fornicated with ego
it was by the trees one day
where stood the divine light
and we admired each soul,
us — tall standing trunks
with nature and her lusty gown
I fell in love with the leaf
and She with me — my brow,
the tree and me
and I saw a golden ring
of twig and grass by my soul
it was upon the tree, a nest.
And the tiny beak of hunger
chirped and chipped away
my ego this day.
I walk in life and by path
through the heart of love,
the nature trail aside my soul

:: 10-23-2014 ::