Poems

Should I float so stillyNone alikeTo land uponA laden boughWeighted lowSpring’s nests ExposedShould I be such a oneMine would beEver to floatGentlyPerfectlyEasilyTo landUpon thee

Adrift my heart I am nowhere to be found Hearts strewn behind me floating away Salt bites my christened skin oh stingray go on now why is the inlet so narrow? The constant spray she chokes me The map smolders smoke and ashes my sextant foolishly I stand bow upon the pulpit erect and still…

When I was eight  I calcified Too many trips to the asylum, I guess. Mother, rest her soul, had the blackness hanging over her. Men and God had taken her and did as they pleased. Her armor was different than mine. Hers was a veil that dropped sweeping her away into the abyss of her…

Turquoise green Ocean deep Diving into swell upon swell She holds me Wet Breath Salt upon my lips She kisses me to sleep Upon her breast Just love me I cry only one tear To anchor upon the shore Of her sighs Her waves Her ocean eyes

Consequences don’t knock kindly they bust through the door and claim Smoking beside the desert brush begs a flame so does the water Then comes the truth Then comes the shame Then comes the scar Jubilee has come and gone yet Turtle is where redemption lies These walls tell me you were tortured even more…

This air this sword it slices these chambers Blood pouring over misunderstandings What minds could crash into union? Not ours Too busy questioning Doubting Piercing into accusations far from faith What breath shared but no this is not that This is pain and such could slice the air of love to bits and pieces of…

It is in the wait that tests me Pining consumes this banquet of trifles  The craving waters my tongue and from this table I see you coming The wait is the meal Set me then upon the table of this yearning Baste me with your desire Taste me before I’m gone Tender longing slake this…

You come least expected My smile is your reward Most often accompanied by my lovers touch. How often I need you But you no demands stir you You cherish the moment of your longing until you softly land upon this tortured brow You kiss with tenderest lips mine Peace never earned Given Grace

Here in my pocket is your ocean. I feel you swoosh, bubble and tease my shore There is no cold, no danger Rather it is warm and comforting keeping a space of wonder Sand between toes laps of salt kiss between us Ever moving beautiful ever still Still now Yes you are We make the…

Tremors in chambers who has the key? Dungeons inebriated Potions that cannot contain heartache There is no god who can rescue this condition Time, what time? Masturbations do not ease even in momentary heaven it is not resolved Mother please not again what I can no longer bear I bear left to tremble