for R Banks ♤
lips caress
the pain from my mind
blue eyes stroke my dying soul
beneath the surface of the black night
while in the frenzy of Danzig’s song you offer me a sip of water puffing away at native tobacco plucking at Goldie’s chords your life rearranged across your chest just a foreword to the quest that brought us two together
old monkey
sunshine of my heart
companion of my dull soul
make my spirit rise to the rouge skies
green vested like a tree you are so dear to me pink cheeked noisy silly boy only voice of reason in my head when everything in my news screen turns red
rest slips from
me not today she
said there is still work to be
done internally dive deep and see
sweet surrender colored weak continues to elude you the piece of eternity sliced for you is not yet served
it’s brewing
continuity
questions are stewing angry
we wait part doers motion suspend
muted red March April May rebirth unto death pull us forward bit insane masking new life restless buried ashen run to hide
dew drops shape
coffee slowly drips
from the hallway foot steps fall
Cortana plays old time country tunes
the gray cat her ocean green eyes watch me write words that will remain unspoken
thin and cold
red where i bit them
the whisker burn on my chin
your grip around the small of my back
tightens like a snake while wet drunken bitter blood tinged lips suckle the wilderness from mine
little brown tuft
soaking in the rain
sad hibiscus tree is bare
tiny yellow beak pecking at stars
puffing his mottled gray chest the soaking wet wings take rise to nest in solitude deeper in the mountain
so fragile
the breath from my heart
only nature knows why Earth
has swallowed us whole into a fog
of tormented yellow grief that lingers there as a dying waxless flame
hush she coos
the west is nearing
the sky leaves sullen traces
angels weep a tepid rain over
graves of stoney colored flowers too wounded to proceed wherein
hot rhythm
pulses my middle
heat kisses my begging thighs
lava tongue spinning salacious
rivers of lust along my woman valley and into the navel of my heart
words less spoken 