Our Desires

There is a wind that seeks the crevice
under my heart
the way moonlight shines
beneath a doorway.

Its edges are rough, it slits
the cords. It trips my steady breathing.
When it comes there is no one
I can trust.

It seems, at times, I have designed
too well this vision of you.
I cannot survive your eyes
when they are scarred with a need
for some lesser form of love.

I admit to this conceit.
And though you will not accept it
You love it nonetheless.

It is just like us. Our desires
will always be kept sharp
by a kind of perversity. A need
to be each forever alone…

… together.

Its color is violet, like lips
that have been smashed by night
or robbed of blood by lack of breath.
The wind I was speaking of does this.

I can feel it now.

Halo

Called chaos, life is its name.
Everywhere and everything
all the mystery in-between.
Fortitude is found eliciting enthusiastically
the loving of life.

The light life dances
reflected from a pool, receiving their gift
from a young, aging star.
The shadows have life dancing with wind.
The wind is itself
the breath of the world.

Tidal pools sleep
with the surging, orgasmic sea.
The tides are themselves
given life by the moon
forever gazing
at its celestial love, calling.

Pause.

Look around,
licentious life
everywhere can be found.
With the fire of a zealot
we must gaze at it all.

The birds are dancing
to give life to a brood.
Life dances across hot burning sands,
scuttles sideways
through sullen silent depths.
Jungle jumps, Forest frolics,
River rumbles, sea screams.
The air above is home to a few.
Even in the most northern
and southern climes
life can be found
in the light of the skies.

Over all
is the life in the faces
of all of mankind
in all of the places.
The life-light from you
is a shining example.
The love in your eyes
shares the wonder of life
with all.
Your face is framed in life’s aureole.

Making Love

Shrill gull shrieks
Making Love
with the roar of the Surf.

Misty sweet winds
Making Love
with the salt of the Surf.

Warm wet sand
Making Love
with the spray of the Surf.

See, with the moon glow,
Nature making love to herself.

See, in the moon glow,
Life Loving Life.

See, by the glow of the moon,
Love Making Love.

Fae

Doubly blessed be
the dreaming for her.
As she sleeps
stars are fashioned.
Famished goes
the bittersweet world
for all the peace,
understanding and mystery
lay therein.
Captured.
The waking world watches.
Inspired to selflessness
search anew the nuance.
Supersensible growth.
Once.
Inspired dreams
provokes she.
Teaching mountain lake eyes
to reflect the sky.
Answering the ontological
seminal suppositions.
Passion simmers
spilling strewment.
Marvelous spiritual incantations.
Poems written for unknowables.
Twice.