fire
cracks
wood
dry
lights
the
sky
stars
for
your
eyes
strong
hold
the
heart
thanks
you
Desire
wet dream
sheets wrap what is left of me
apple wood scent fills the air California burns again and again
all organs supple still throbbing where they need to
thrilling fancies pool around my head eyes closed your face i read in the darkness of it all
lips brush tenderly drinking of my well from dark to light no one dispels the rumours that encircle you
in your hands i am burning like Califa queen arms let go no pressure felt safety net falls into hell
the grail lays on it’s broken side empty in your hands it once stood brimming with love scent intoxication down the surface of my legs
in your hands my history of civilization lips give way to carnal cries teeth gnash eyes shut tight
the comet passes through my skin truth lies in secret screams revealed
to me you’re just a dream
turquoise
2:57 in the morning Broadway still suffers for someone
traffic lights blink with the force of anemia
i think only of you
and wonder how to kiss your eyes
so blue like turquoise
the Sun she won’t be long in coming to teach me what pains me to know
as i wonder how to kiss your eyes
so blue like turquoise
the Moon he’s been a coward left me at the bar
he slipped away to chase a star
and i wonder how to kiss your eyes so blue like turquoise
as i step again into the hemming of the dying night
the puddles underfoot are my only guide
through the mesh of doubt and loneliness
and i wonder how to kiss your eyes so blue like turquoise
i thought i saw you down the road
chasing your old ghosts
in such a radiant glance you told me of another’s heart
through Broadway i wander
and recite ‘will i ever be enough’
and wonder how to kiss your eyes
so blue like turquoise
for Mr. Banks ♡
barbed wire
it was quick easy clean and graceful dreams today for me are sharp
wires on the way over hard horizon the heart is tossed away there are some music notes along side like comets
mocking heart in her exile away from him
upon the crossing of that place heart’s lost hind sight again with only tear salted picture frames of his hand no longer holding her

blackened gold
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
deseo

broken bottle
spider’s web on the corner
the dust and sunlight dance
a waltz
cracks in my bones books on my shelves chipped polish on my nails
the spider has gone to another land and i wonder if she was a pilgrim looking for God as well
not in the mood for anything to eat i sit and watch my cat sneak around the tables
silence in my heart and in the windows purple orange skies
no particular need for any promise i’m quite grown up
and think beyond those silly things
but every now and then the feeling flutters like a moth outside his lantern how did time
escape from me
ah yes a broken glass
in the midst of my heart
i prefer the older ones
your chest swells and collapses in slow motion
i miss watching the hairs curled up tight in salt and pepper rosettes
you didn’t love me i was too young but on cold lonely nights you couldn’t stay away from my womanly thighs
i drank alone on the floor cursing the day i was born then when the sun took her post
i walked through my door having to face the world again
baiser aquarelle
we look each other
in the bloodshot eyes and laugh
you pull me forward
i tilt my head right
you go to the left chin down
i stand on my toes
my scared lips brush yours
as our inks spill across our
hearts painting our fate

mangifera
sweet fleshy skin warm
kiss like nothing else
your orange creamy tart taste will into honey turn if we lay in the sun together
the smell of green emanates from you within calling me to pull the knife
i strip you down to your ripe round middle and gently nibble and suck you down
and when the time is right i stroke you down as i’m reminded of his long missed circumcision
and our tropical walks through Walmart aisles shopping for the Fourth of July