Sights I see the seed inside the rain The thrill of hope inside the pain A rainbow's birth beyond the blue... And gentle you... Tomorrow's sun inside the night The sleeping rhyme in candle's light A puppy's head watching askew... And waiting you... An echo's dream in aquarelle A lonesome star inside a well As larks in vain lost notes pursue... And smiling you... I see caress inside a fist And rolling tears turning to mist The blooming wish of morning's dew... And loving you...

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Arrival, Two I see you much before you see me. Waiting cruelly for you to apprehend my shape In the human mass advancing as one solid block towards you, Engulfing you yet obediently slicing itself in two uniform halves Flowing on each side While you wait, immovable as the rock of Gibraltar, Eyes glinting in worry, Heavy tear condensate hanging loudly at the end of thin eyelash hairs And refusing the deadly, splashing drop down to your toes. I see the hesitation, the torment in the question mark Drawn upon your face as you scrutinize each and every passing shape, Arms hugging your body in mute shiver And mist preventing you from seeing further than just a few feet ahead of you. I feel the pain growing in your chest rolling over me like a roller coaster Cannot take it any longer Cannot hang back anymore, I start pushing forward in the throng of people Stepping on toes The corner of my suitcase hitting indifferently unyielding hips Keeping to the middle... you see me... I hear the quiet, I do hear the absolute quiet as it descends upon us, around us, Inside us, You start advancing, hands still hugging yourself, We meet And your shoulder snuggles against my chest Letting me smell the forgotten garden of your hair Then you turn facing me and your hands move to my back Hugging stronger, and stronger, a maddening hold almost as powerful as mine While our bodies melt into each other And our tears roll on each other's cheeks And the forgotten kiss reminds us that eternity has ended just now And life... has taken its place.

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Body Parts In the thick of forests sleeping, Cooling beads of sun are dripping       from your lips... Past the rim of mountains glowing, Misty flakes of pain are snowing       from your eyes... Down the bend of rivers singing, Garlands rich in colors clinging       to your toes... Way inside the valleys reaping, Crushed blue lilac wine is seeping       from your breasts... Yonder seas forever dreaming, Rhymed delights of passion streaming       from your heart...

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Unchained Rolled the roller coaster's bulk In its crude and mindless skulk... Rabid nightmares were your jailer, Drooling clouds your drunken tailor, Letters dipped in bubbling mire Iron heels of darkest ire Stomped in mirth upon your chest Crushing cigar stubs in jest, Guided by a boozing sailor Life's main feature skids to trailer, Freelance angel-hands for hire Pissing jokes in dungeons' fire Played divinity's sick test On the front stage of your breast. * Oh, that gentle human will Striped with threads of fragile steel... While in heart sleeps sweet emotion Waiting for that fragrant potion, From your lips, eternal dreamers, Laughter's echo softly shimmers, Naked fists hammer the stud Anchored deep beneath the mud, Shreds to ribbons sense of caution As you bite in your devotion, When your eye in sadness simmers Blind the world long flashing glimmers, Roars around the crushing flood, Boils beneath your rebel's blood. * All I offered was the power Of one single rhyming flower... Fades the rain, Fades the stain, Fades the pain, Breaks the chain...

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Till Skin Do Us Part Windows, Thick layers of matter separating us, Huge oceans of air, miles and miles of them Contaminated by mountains, seas, Buildings, smoke, humans, dust, Huge layers colluding into one senseless mindless beast Determined to separate our flesh entities Lock them into their respective prisons And ensure sentence is carried out pitilessly, Remorselessly, As Fingernails Scrap at the windows' layers, Layer after layer after layer While the plane's motors drill stubbornly whirling tunnels in the milky matter Adding monster power to determination of human will and steel And layers crumble down, dissipate, fade away screamingly behind Fluttering in impotent despair at sights of runaway prey. Windows, Solid layers of transparent matter separating us, Glass, plastic, glass, fiber, Invisible impassable soundproof artificial barriers Designed to protect and guard and smother the wail of screams Behind the silent passivity of molecules Artistically set up by miniature chemically binding hands Intent on preventing human spirit from soaring And human desire from flaring And human flesh from touching, As Fingernails Scrap at the windows' layers, Each on their own side till eyes finally lock Boring holes of desire in the impenetrable frontier And watching thin long slivers slide between fingertip and nail Unfelt, unsensed, Minds numb to the sparkle of red traces Running jagged errands down long the sleek matter's surface And carrying for few single seconds The dying echo of their thundering pulsating mother, Locks, keys, bolts, gates open in the windows and human frames push through, Rush, join, scream. Windows, Soft layers of cloth separating us, Molded to life's shapes and contours, Never before aware that life owns shapes and contours Choked inside silk trimmed with lace covered by cotton smothered in wool, Buttons, seams, threads, pockets, Human frailty and modesty sheathed by self assigned kings of fashion And queens of righteousness inside tubes called sleeves And felts called shirts and boxes called shoes Allowing only smoking whiffs of flesh fire and dreams of flesh softness Reach the surface to be touched by the insistence of prowling fingertips And hungry embraces, Shivering, begging, imploring, As Fingernails Scrap at the windows' layers, Finally soft, within hands' feeble desperate reach, Willing to give in, applauding the incessant demand With the machine gun rattle of exploding buttons hitting walls The hungry beastly growl of ripping seams shattering crystal icicles The raging inhuman sound of tearing cloth scattering night's clouds And the swishing sound of shorn garment ribbon leftovers floating to ground Inebriating our senses Till skin do us part. And the liberated howl of flesh sliding on flesh hides beneath fingernails, At peace with its demented urge, Scraps of skin cushioning at last desires sweetly asleep.

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Simplicity Simplicity, The simplest of words Unspoken Unthought Not even defined yet Just painted On your face Where only my eyes could read it, The feelings In their beauty Naïveté Exhaustingly demanding Reaching Shining through blush Visible Only to my listening senses, The need Primeval Tender In shivering hug Brushing lip corner Swish of dropping garment Turning to ashes As it hits ground at my feet...

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Wilderness Swamps, Home to mindless passions, Snapping jaws, Drooling poison Mothering ripping claws, Predators caught in the endless cycle of rebirth... Desert, Playing host to hell's armies' boot camp, Burning rivers of sand Wiggling muscular bodies Round foolishly venturing prey, The fuzzy borderline between life and death... Heart, No-man's land of opportunity, Priceless human treasures Waiting for the steel of desire To unearth the eternity of ephemeral rage, Love's unruly ways its unsigned constitution...

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Relativity Picking up a time slot with our fingertips. Fingers, curling around it until they become fist Clenching, tight, Chocking days into surrendering a few miserable extra splinters From their fiercely guarded royal collection, Torturing hours till an additional minute lazily oozes into our lap, Holding hands in desperation As borrowed extensions near their deadlines And white skin stretching on protruding joints Screams its protest to the indifferent jury. Passion, blessedly obscuring reason Dragging thoughts through mists of momentary insanity While fears drown underneath panting wines And the drug of mortal's dream cushions away another sunrise, Locked bodies exhaling oblivion Wishing it to be the last breath ever underneath this blanket Behind these walls Inside these chests. Deadline, the epitome of human existence Crawling through fire's fiber And extinguishing it with reality's heavy trod As cities of hope crumble into the dust of day's rebirth, Tomorrow's onslaught penetrating into our dimension and asking for praise, Love's slender thread weaving itself between our minds In an endless flurry of movement The transparent silken veil cocooning in its protective layers The steel of our embrace Serene in its knowledge that tomorrows finally fade away In the face of an eternity safe even from the mastery of time. * We open our eyes, wondering, Knowing, Love has won another round. Time is lost in thought. Was it the smile on your face? I know the answer, all the answers, My secret. As the noise gets lost in the incessantly gaping void I touch you. And I smile. Our secret.

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Parting "A poem, will you write a poem?" you asked. "A poem?" I answered, "Reality is a poem, your eyes is a poem, your lips is a poem." "What about my nose?" you asked, The tear clouds in your eyes asking another question altogether. My left fist clamped pitilessly over your right hand's fingers, Did I wince or was it you As bones neared inevitability of crushing threshold? I picked up the suitcase in my right Going to the car, Never letting go of your hand, You fumbled with the keys Your left hand's fingers undeftly unlocking the door, I threw in the suitcase Refusing to let go, You had no choice but to let me crawl to my seat through your door I climbed over the driver's chair, the steering wheel, Dragging your left hand with me, clasped tight, glued, "I have to drive..." you said leaning over and kissing me. I turned the key in the ignition for you with my free hand "Now you can, one hand is sufficient," I said. You did not argue, Your left hand steering the car expertly, From time to time stretching over to touch the radio's buttons. My fingers were going numb, I felt your fingers trying to stretch a bit in my hold, I allowed them a bit of movement Ensuring they could not escape. Not even for drying your eyes. White, throbbing in pain, dreading the moment of relief. Airport. I crawled out through your door Hands locked, still locked, always locked, My right dragging the suitcase, Your left dragging your bag, a soda bottle, A wet disintegrating hanky. The check-in steward eyed us strangely "Something wrong, sir?" Something? What about everything I felt like screaming Waiting for him to hand me my boarding pass, your accompanying pass, And letting him watch us bite slices of life off each other As we advanced to the gate Hands locked, still locked, always locked, A shiver setting in In arms, in eyes, in chests. The call to board the plane, The scream smothered in throats Wishing to be ripped by other's teeth Wishing to howl, Hands... hands finally giving in to air-attendant's command, Separating... Scraps of skin falling to floor Pieces of bone trying to find a new home Inside the inner bleeding chambers of flesh The growing distance between rigid fingertips Bellowing its tormenting wail Straight into our brains, Cracked dams exploding Drowning the waiting hall in single tears Stubbornly refusing to slide till promises are made To taste hell again, and again, and again, The immensity of pain's oceans dwarfed into insignificance By the droplets of happiness. Clanging doors, Arms stretched, Dying breath, Your voice, oh, your magnificent voice Screaming its own private hell inside my head, I answered, Did you hear my voice, love? My scream, My hell? * "I love you," you said. "I love you," I said. "Was it worth the hell?" you asked. "Was it worth the hell?" I asked. "Yes," you said. "Yes," I said. So many the flowers in your garden, Salt crystals lovingly feeding them so much love...

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Touches The softness of a petal's rim... My nibbling teeth your nipples trim As spring descends into your breath And paints your dream... The tenderness of silken thread... Round crimson stains adorn the bed As rivers break your pallid skin And flowers shed... The beauty of a blooming tear... Arising music drowns my ear As frowning forests taste your lips And kisses shear... The mystery of whisper's flight... Love's armies ride the passion's might As fire's sons through veins rebel And scream delight...

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Dialogue In Color my love, If my eyes were dripping crimson Tiny flares of dragon breath Sketching dreams of burning ashes In a kiss of flaming death, If the emerald of poison Was my wound's alluring glow Weaving nets of wafting madness In a touch of chilling snow, If the night was sowing darkness Underneath my cracking skin Buds of coal marrying sunset In a passion dressing sin,       Would you love me, would you, would?...       Let my eye be glimmer hued       As the rainbow's sparkling dust       Settles on my mortal rust... my love, As your crimson burns to ashes Clinging to the glinting trail Carved in flesh by ever rolling Teardrop galleys setting sail, As your poison's wafting madness Casts its bitter-sweet perfume Soaking through my mind's defenses Into grey waking to bloom, As your darkness marries sunset Shooting spikes off rainbow's string Braiding in demented fury Spider threads to silver ring,       I will love you, love I will...       As your poems' colors-mill       Paints my life in "I Love You"s       Dyed in countless pastel hues...

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Dried Up Memory Flowers I opened the album, Not really an album Just an old book generously lending its pages to my memories, Dried up memories Soaked inside the yellowing wooden texture And mixing with the irrelevancy of the printed words they touched, Preserved for a short eternity just like the words themselves. I opened it randomly, I knew I would cry, whatever the page, so why choose? Yet... maybe I did choose, nevertheless, this one specific page? I took it in my hand, Half a daisy's petal, Gossamer thin, almost transparent, almost yellow, One side randomly shaped by nature One side straight as if cut by scissors. You were seated on the bed, naked, Two plucked daisy stems on the floor by the bed's side Petals strewn around you like autumn leaves shed from your eyes' forests Scurrying hastily away in the draft of the opening door. I closed the door. You waited a second, hearing me, not looking up, Reflections of the lighted candles indirectly breaking inside your brimming eyes And tossing miniature dancing rainbows on the walls and on my face, I saw the thickness of a drop accumulating into your left eye, Refusing stubbornly to fall down As you plucked the next of the last four remaining petals whispering 'Loves Me', Then you looked up at me unseeingly picking the next petal... 'Loves Me Not', Two petals left, you looked down... 'Loves Me'... Your fingers holding the last petal, your eyes up at me, imploring, Waiting for the miracle, not daring the last pull, the last of the chant's words, The drop at your eye's lower edge thicker, almost giving in... You waited as I approached, waited as I kissed the salty blob away, Waited as I fumbled around with those mysterious hands movements And your fingers tore the last of the petals away... 'Loves Me Not'... Another shiny blob accumulating in the same eye as your mouth twitched And you looked down And the twitch turned to sunshine And the blob turned to dew As you saw the scissors in my hand and the half petal still proudly hanging on. You took it between forefinger and thumb, whispered 'Loves Me'... And let me have the petal after kissing it lightly. I opened the album and put it in, between pages thirty two and thirty three. I wonder why. We did not make love that night. We loved. I slid the petal back in, careful so as not to break it, Opened another page, smiling at whatever surprise might wait for me there, Uncertain of the outcome yet certain of the smile, Certain of the finger sneaking up my eye and erasing the damn wetness... Something itchy had probably got into my eye... I picked up the pieces of mixed thread, The crude knots squeezed flat And the layers of wool, and cotton, and linen clinging to each other With hundreds of curled fibers Dried into inflexible immobility Like dead fingers refusing to open their desperate clasp on eluding eternity. I watched you locking the mail box with an angry twist. Then you entered the car on the driver's side Laid your head on the steering wheel And your shoulders shuddered with repressed sobbing anger. I did not dare touch you, I knew the pain, I felt the pain, Your pain, my pain, our pain, You slid your hand towards me and I took it in mine, Sliding my fingers in between yours And accepting your crushing pressure without wincing, with pleasure, Knowing your wish, your dream was denied by stupid shopkeepers Or moronic postmasters Or both. You lifted puffed eyes, looking at me as if asking for forgiveness Then clambered towards my side of the car, Sat in my lap with hands around my neck and buried your face in my shirt's collar. We rested like that for long minutes. How did we get to the room? I don't remember. Suddenly you were sitting on the bed, Your back propped against the wall, a blank longing regard on your face, My heart was breaking. I stood up, Bent over you taking hold of your t-shirt in my hands and pulled strongly, A tear slicing its way from neck to breast, I pulled out one long cotton thread and laid it aside. I removed my shirt, tore the sleeve with one savage tug, Pulled out one long linen thread and laid it alongside the cotton thread. One more, I wanted one more, The thick woolen scarf my next victim As I drew out one long wool thread from its insides, Bit it loose with my teeth and laid it next to the other two. You looked at me, not scared yet uncomprehending, curious. I picked up the three threads and asked you to hold one end of them As I started braiding them together, Chanting as I touched the cotton... 'platinum...' Then the linen... 'aurum...' Then the wool... 'argentum...' And the bewondering look on your face turned smile As sudden comprehension dawned on you and you kissed me whispering 'Never believed in alchemy till now, now I have finally met an alchemist...' To which I responded, braiding on, 'No, now you have finally met a man in love...' You stretched your left hand's fingers Allowing me to tie a knot around the ring finger, kissing the knot... 'diamond...' Then you tore the hanging ends and tied a knot around my ring finger Tearing the leftovers away and kissing the knot again... 'I vow...' you whispered, 'I vow...' I whispered, 'I do...' you cried, 'I do...' I cried. We hugged for hours. You removed the magic circles from our fingers And laid them on my outstretched palm. I opened the album... funny, probably a printing mistake, Those two pages facing each other were again thirty two and thirty three, I wondered, as I let the strings fall in between them closing the book. We did not make love that night. We loved. I put the rigid gone pieces of string back between the pages, Kissing the knots and sensing fine traces of ages old lipstick still lingering Absorbed in the almost inexistent thickness, And decided to try another memory. Another flower forever locking a moment in time forever gone, forever alive, Opened the album And a thin flattened piece of paper floated to the floor. I let it fall all the way down, Afraid to touch the desiccated material lest it crumbles in my hand And my memory crumbles with it. Then I wet my forefinger in my mouth and picked up the fallen paper, Laid it in my lap, And let my tears flow. A beer bottle's label, its crumpled folds ironed out, slightly torn around the edges. The noise was unbearably loud, Shrill laughter and make believe happy screams flying through the air, Out of key songs sung by out of blue karaoke singers Punching painful holes in my ears While thick smoke infiltrated my clothes, hair, nose. Someone asked me to dance, I refused, did not even pay attention As my hand locked into yours... or yours in mine Testing from time to time the resilience of bone to vice clasp And the resilience of lips to teeth snap. I did not refuse your invitation to dance, This time putting to test the resilience of spine and ribs facing clutch and crush, Dim realization of airports and departures ripping reason And clouding eyes and hearts. The music stopped, we continued to our own beat, Reluctantly joining our table facing the prospect of emptying another beer bottle Into the deserted lands of dehydrated hearts and parched mouths. I saw you start peeling the label off your bottle, Silently, your fingernails patiently penetrating between paper and glass And little by little cutting away the layer of glue joining them Till the rounded shape fell on the table in front of you awaiting your decision Like a parchment awaiting a king's decree and a king's seal. Or a queen's. I watched, fascinated, wondering as to the meaning of this ritual, It was clearly leading somewhere... where? You turned the label's pale yellow back upwards Took a pen out of your purse And started scribbling slowly, your fingers shaking, your eyes wet, Your lipstick smeared thumb the seal. Then you handed it over to me, waiting, Your painful smile cutting through my bones, Your eyes cutting through my heart. 'Redeemable for any wish you may have. Anytime. For life.' I did not fold it. I laid it carefully in my book, Not wondering anymore how it kept opening Always at pages thirty two and thirty three, Seemed like this book had an endless supply of these, Then put the book carefully back in my pocket and kissed you. I don't remember that kiss ever ending. We did not make love that last night. We loved. * I closed my eyes. I did not know memories could be that sweet, That bitter, Salty. I was about to close the album, get up and lay it back on the shelf When I heard a voice whispering close to my ear... 'Not so fast, my love...' Then you slid your finger in between the last two pages, Took out the label and read it attentively shaking your head from side to side, 'I must have loved you madly...' you said, Put the label back in place and returned the album to its shelf. 'I still do.' Then you came to sit in my lap, your mouth close to my ear... 'Would you like to redeem that voucher now, my love?...' We did not make love that first night. We loved. Forever.

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Countless in collection: nonsense declarations of love Counting the candle's flickers, Wondering how many are left Till the end of my life, Thoughtful. Then you dip thumb and forefinger in your mouth, Squash the wicker to a sizzling death And let me smell your burnt fingertips... Countless... you whisper, like the kisses left in me... and I believe you.

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Message in collection: nonsense declarations of love I read your love message to him, wondering Why would you write a love message to him? Because I love you, you say, and I wonder how do you know. You wonder too much, and I try not to wonder anymore. Good, you say, pouting, Never read screen messages over my shoulder And you leave the piece of paper in front of the computer walking away. I finally decipher the last, uncopied yet, line. Kisses, silly. Silly... that's me.

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You Smiled in collection: nonsense declarations of love I laughed, You smiled, I tried to write, losing the train of thought, You smiled, eyes open, dreaming, I watched outside the window, does it rain everywhere? You smiled snuggling underneath the huge blanket, I love you, I thought for the thirty sixth time, counting, You smiled, three thousand miles away...

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Wish in collection: nonsense declarations of love I wish I was... I freeze in mid sentence, All various strains of corny expressions parading before my mind Infuriated at my refusal to select and say one of them And boycotting my words even in their Chinese translation. Not that I ever used or anyone ever translated anything of mine to Chinese. Don't you say it, you laugh at me, I will say it for you... I wish I was NOT your dream. I wish I was your reality. But you are, I say. I was saying it for you, you say.

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Lines in collection: nonsense declarations of love How many lines left? Six, this one excepted. So in five lines you are going to portray endless eternal unending love for us both? Easily. You are wasting your lines, only three left. Are you worried? I am sad. Now you will never be able to say it and make it undeniable. Oh, but I can. We love. And there is no line left to deny it...

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Clarity in collection: nonsense declarations of love Close your eyes, she said, a world without me... what do you see? I see black, absolute, I said, the bottom of the well, the heart of hate, The sky before creation... Your eyes are open, silly, she said, and kissed my senses back to light. Open your eyes and look into mine, she said, a world with me... what do you see? I see colors breathing through unknown hues, I said, rainbows sourcing at sunrise To sink into sunset invaded by Monarchs and Swallowtails and Fritillaries... Your eyes are closed, silly, she said, and kissed them sealed forever in the dream.

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Smile! in collection: nonsense declarations of love You told me "... you must smile, or else..." I chewed my thickest tome of spells, I steamed through Egypt's ancient chants And Holy Bible's prophets' rants, I even tried the Spirit Dance And just as I got out of trance It hit me - all I have to do To smile... is just to think of you.

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Just Feeling This Abstract Way I guess insanity is at play with my words As I lay down on paper messages laced with dream crumbs Leftovers from an earlier life's copious dinners, Always leaving me hungry and asking for more From indifferent waitresses floating around And exhibiting exotic meals at exorbitant prices Delivered with much pump and decoration To all but me. I try to plant the crumbs in my imagination's soil, Listening, looking, waiting, something stirs, What? No music in my head, just... images, Soundless, The music hides in raindrops Pushing tiny hands against the transparent walls Trying to escape into my mind And join the constantly playing images Adding its dimension to the colors orgy Creating one continuous multi dimensional rainbow. Are there other senses joining?... I don't know I don't care as the colorful fluidity shapes itself into one slender hand Thin smoke fingers encircling my neck and waist with scintillating colors And pulling me towards an emerging shape Designing itself with the other hand's fingers acting as brushes As architects, as artists, Engulfing me into one additional sense adding itself to my life Touching wing fringes, falling feathers, floating pollen, Infinite softness... I sink, The accommodating tenderness metamorphosing into the warmth of flesh The deeper I sink, Thin strands of forgotten, never known feminine fragrances Weaving straining tendrils into fluttering ribbons assailing my lungs, Feeble, teasing, Where did you learn to smell like that? You?... did I just say you? And as remote rumbles of this thought touch my mind's periphery Taste decides to put on a show of self confidence Smearing layer after layer upon my lips of Honey your lips apple your lips sea foam your lips laughter your lips sunrise Your lips sugar cane your lips puppy tail your lips daisy petal your lips Till I can not close my mouth anymore And your lips volunteer to peel away layer after layer of Honey apple sea foam laughter sunrise sugar cane puppy tail daisy petal Leaving only layers of Your lips your lips your lips your lips your lips your lips your lips your lips Layer after layer melting and flowing on my chin, chest, toes, Along tongue, neck, belly... Drunken beads defying laws of physics And rolling uphill straight into my consciousness Looking for the friendship of music sounds still beating their way out Of the raindrops' tear-shaped prisons, Tiny claws cutting away at the translucent cells finally penetrating into the world In a cheerful giggling silver cacophony of Love I you I you love you you I you I love you I love love love I love love I you... Finally, all my senses... alive. All? Are you sure? I hear a sudden coherence of sound And in the ensuing absolute silence all senses die, Waiting. Maybe I will fail the ultimate test... is there a sixth sense?... Will my breath expire in ignorance?... Not so late in my life I tell them, as my lips form easily the answer... Woman. And the sun explodes in my head.

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Suddenly Suddenly it feels like crying, Morning whispers slither vile Hidden vaults of darkness prying, Venom tints my crimson Nile... Glowing ash in eye be flying, Rabid thoughts my wisdom rile Acting tempting scenes of dying, Shade enclothes my rhyming style... Lover mine... your eyes be drying, Sorrow's artful vamping guile In my love let me be dyeing, Be my green your morrow's isle... Flakes of light let dress your sighing, Hear my song?... in short a while Nightfall's gods I be defying On your lips to place a smile...

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Handhold Hands across the table, holding. Or rather clutching. How does one freeze time? Food leftovers between us, A half empty glass of iced tea, Floating foam bubbling its life away at the bottom of a glass of beer, The desperation in eyes hiding behind eyelashes Inefficiently wiping away the rain from eyescreens again and again. The waitress gave up long ago making distress signals Accompanied by ongoing quotes of herself "...is everything alright?" And resigned to disappearing behind a cloud of blue smoke Half dosing off somewhere in a dark corner. The juke box drops your last selection, No music registers on my mind Except for question marks preceded by no text Coiling their way lazily alongside a metal wearing finger. I hear bones cracking... mine? yours? ours? whose hold is stronger? The table... the ocean, The clock on the wall... the enemy, Our hands... cranes wretchedly punching holes through space, time, Through reality In a futile attempt to change the laws of the universe By peeling splinters off the tabletop's hard wood And allowing them free access to our blood stream conducts... Hands across the dashboard, holding. Or rather gripping. How does one freeze time? Green, yellow, red, yellow, green light symphonies fail to register on senses, Wipers drum away sky pearls insistently exploding on the windscreen As a police car wails its way alongside us Unconcerned with the human drama playing itself just alongside its sleek form, Content to chase another unique drama of its own Never to reach the newspaper headlines, anonymous, just like ours, The blinding flashlights adding a moment of turmoil to the green yellow red music Before disappearing into the darkness of a side alley... "...probably a cop hurrying home for dinner..." I think As you push another plastic button allowing a stranger to sing our love story From a plastic rotating disc purchased at a buck a dozen, The titanium tipped tones drilling past our garments straight into heart's chambers Drawing blood with a smoking addict's satisfaction And turning the escaping droplets to golden memories. I hear bones cracking... mine? yours? ours? whose hold is stronger? The dashboard... the ocean, The watch on my hand... the enemy, Our hands... fingers turned steel chain links loading tactile memories With traces of fingerprints, of old scars, Testing the resilience of matter faced with despair of mind Resulting in fusing skin, flesh, blood, bone... Hands across the bed sheet, holding. Or rather grappling. How does one freeze time? Candles dripping liquefied life upon pages torn off an old magazine Sputter and shudder with each suicidal piece of dust driven their way, Miniature furnace imitations compensating their lack of shape and intensity With vanilla scents and triple shadows And impenetrable memory vaults laden with desire despair despondency screams, Greedily offering their life for the permission to witness moments of passion Competing in intensity with big brother sun. Pieces of cloth litter the carpet, the chairs, An impair pair of shoes lean grotesquely against each other In mock mimicry of their owners trying to steal a bit of human glorious glow Into their mud intoxicated life and failing miserably. The TV talks to itself Rendering an unknown impersonation of "By the time I get to Phoenix" Protesting vehemently as I furiously get hold of the remote control And cut the sound off, then the image off, then the world off. If only I could get hold of the remote control to my life, I think As I kiss tips of fingers which are the closest approximation to it I could find. I hear bones cracking... mine? yours? ours? whose hold is stronger? The bed sheet... the ocean, The digital bedside clock... the enemy, Our hands... nails masquerading as grapples feeding terrible hunger with skin ribbons Lovingly stripped off loving hands rendered numb by the mindlessness of knowledge And the inevitability of a creeping tomorrow's dawn...

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Tails Explosion. Finally I wake up As she pulls away, Happily wounded in my pride And greedily trying to follow her fangs and claws In their proud retreat to their respective recesses, Wishing to penetrate her body The way they do And finally having to give up the chase For the lesser delight of her handhold. Lesser? Is there a difference between heaven's departments? "You are smiling," she says, Reminding me that I have no tail Even though my mind was furiously wagging it. Smiling... what a poor substitute I think... "You smile again," she says, "A dime for your thoughts?" "A dime? Make it a dollar and we may be in business... ouch..." I yelp As her fingernail bites my flesh And my mental tail lowers itself protectively between my legs Only to stick up again like a flagpole lost in a hurricane When she kisses the booboo... "Would you settle for my body?..." she asks, Challenge, innocence, naiveté, virginity All merging inside the melting defiance of that look. The meantime picked up suitcase drops from my hand Followed by my bag, my laptop, I don't give up the bouquet she offered me on arrival... "I will be generous with you. I'll settle for a kiss..." When we descend back to earth She starts pounding my chest with her fists... "Robber, cheat, thief, I offered you my body. You took my soul." Then she snuggles against me Hugging my waist and cutting my body in two. * Unmistakably she had a tail of her own. Otherwise how could I explain A passing poodle's sudden desire To start howling jealously And snap viciously at my ankles? "They know," she murmurs, Her nose stuck in my shirt. "Not even half of it..." I answer. I don't remember much of the rest. All I remember is... fire.

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Firsts Rolling away the barbed wire, The anger the choler the protective fury... Peeling off the steel skin, The mistrust the resentment... Breaking through the brick layers Wooden gates Barred windows, Fear angst suspicion... Laying herself open in front of me, naked, soft, Timid, Vulnerable... I've never allowed anyone feel the insides of me She whispered, You are the first, Feel the warmth? She guided my hand past the barbed wire, steel, brick, Letting me touch... The ends of my fingers blistering then relaxing, soothing, It was always there, it waited for the key... My cupped palm tried to hear the heart beat, The key? I asked. Her finger pointed to my heart Penetrated through my layers of cloth and skin and flesh Picking up a single heartbeat You won't miss it... she said And laying it on her breast. The key... your heart... your love... I heard thunder storming in her chest ready to tear the world apart My cupped palm listening enthralled, Hear it?... music... awaking... thank you... Can I taste it? I asked. She smiled, the first time I've seen a child smile. You are a woman, I said, You are a child smiling, I said. She guided my lips to her breast, Laughing softly as I looked worried around me for barbed wire, steel, brick, Letting me taste the music. 'Thank you' for what? I asked. For finding me She answered, letting me sink in magic.

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Love What is love? you ask. I wish I could tell you, I say, I wish I could put it down on paper Or sculpt it in stone Or sing it in song. I cannot, Because my tongue is human And the mountain is not yet born And if I let out the birds flying inside my chest they will die. You speak in riddles, you say. Love is a riddle, I say. You see, you know what love is, you say. Do you love me? you ask. I wish you would believe me, I say, I wish you would touch my mind Or steal my wishes Or fall asleep inside my dreams. You cannot, Because my mind shudders in fright And my wishes soak insanity And if my dreams be your canopy you would never wake up to me. You don't know me, you say. I know love, I say. You see, I know you love me, you say.

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Love, Two Tell me how much you love me, you asked. I love you like I never grinned, I love you like I never sinned, Like never feeling morning's bliss When sun demands its morning kiss, I love you like I didn't cry The day I waved my mom goodbye... You wrinkled your forehead, pensively, Something was wrong in this convoluted statement, Some poetical mysticism or pure nonsense at play In a meaningless words game. Tell me how much you love me, you asked again. I love you like you never loved me, I said... And mountains shattered into pebbles And rivers burnt into deserts And forests dressed autumn gold... And when your fire settled back into your chest's bed And your voice unclothed thunder for lark's attire And your hurricane coiled back into your lungs You smiled, Embarrassed, The flush in your cheeks paling into closing rosebuds... You tricked me, you said, I was the one who asked the question first... Do I love you so much?... No, I answered, I love you so much, You love me more...

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Love, Four Open your mouth... It was a command, not a request. I opened it wide, She picked up the pitcher with a fragile hand And started pouring love into me Days, weeks, months, I swallowed greedily Unable to ask for more, my mouth flooded, Yet never needing to As she kept pouring, Smiling, Pouring... I dipped my finger in the colorless drink And started scribbling on the bed sheets, On the stones, On paper I love you songs and poems and dreams My eyes closed... no need for eyes with her guiding me My senses on fire... no need for senses with her guiding me I finished the bed sheets, the stones, the paper, I started scribbling on her belly, On her chest, On her breasts I love you I love you I love you Serenades and runes and desires... She giggled when I touched her nipples Shyly asking... More... Feed me back my drink, Burn me with the fire I pour down your heart's way Love me love me love me And turn my desert your orchard, your garden, your Eden... * Fear, sudden. I saw the paleness in her cheeks growing, The darkness in her green glowing, The dry thunder in her lungs flowing As all of her poured into me Leaving nothing for herself, Not even pity... Stop... I wanted to scream But she kissed my lips silent And kept feeding me chunks of herself Days, nights, Smiling, happy, Just repeating the one word More... more... more... I painted castles, I painted vanquished dragons, I painted green winged fairies and kingdoms ruled by summer, Can you paint life?... she asked, never for a moment hiding her smile... I saw her wasting away My mind screaming impotently my rage to the unseen indifferent gods Damn you... creators of humans for your games Creators of beauty for testing your black magic Happiness to be tortured by doubt, Life in fear of death... Whispering Thank you... for letting me know her, Her beauty, happiness, life... Her endless love... And she kept smiling, and singing, and feeding me her life And I kept painting and touching and loving. I love you, I said. I love you I love you I love you, she said.

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Love, Five I turn on my laptop, The whirring sounds of blowers, hard drive, The beeping tin sounds of the cheap speaker... C'mon, c'mon... I try to urge the somnolent piece of hardware As it goes through its habitual ...not found and ...please reboot And some others, A whole dwarves nation hard at work Sorting out an unmentionable manufacturer's perennial system errors, Is it my fingers' sweat the reason for the typos And software bugs and network down?... A few more steps... a few more clicks... my heart beating madly... C'mon, c'mon... The screen spreads from top to bottom, slowly, Testing my impatience one more time as it holds its breath midway Then with one final glorious, almost audible, swish Rolls all the way down... I close my eyes, take a deep breath, then open them again. No, it is not a vision, She is there Smiling, almost in flesh, Patiently waiting for my kiss, Frozen by an old, by now forgotten click into the immobility of a work of art Now decorating my life and lighting my fuel soaked insides, She, My love, My lover, My wife. I watch her long, long moments, Averting my eyes from time to time Scared that my regard may wear the picture down And in a few more sessions all I will have is a fading replica Of the original replica Of the original beauty. But my neck's muscles and my eyes' muscles keep playing dirty tricks on me As with a power learning its lessons from earth's poles They keep dragging me back, Back to her, Back to the hypnotizing might of green, and red, and golden copper. I give in, After all I want to give in So instead of fighting forces much superior to mine I decide to abandon my worries, and fears, and superstitions And lean my arms on the table end Head on arms Eyes open And sink in the beauty flooding me from that colorful screen My own beauty, my only world. My mind starts acting, The grandeur of the moment demanding its stupid vanity to try a description Like every other time, Knowing it will fail again, like every other time, to relay the charm The warmth, The you in you... Undecided as to where to start Where to begin its meaningless attempt at describing perfection And prevent ridicule from itself So for a change it decides to start... as always, With the mouth. What color is the mouth you say? Red, does a smile have a color? I ask As my finger dares trace the shape of the lips, First the lower Then the upper Then again, Then backwards, now on the inner side While my fingernail plays on the whiteness of teeth Clicking at each intersection and wary of a possible naughty bite. I wonder for a few seconds if the creators of the smiley's, The bastards, Did not commit the sin of plagiarism and copyright infringement Stealing the shape and the perfection and the beauty From this image And now hiding behind big lawyers' names and corporate immunities. Red, I pull back my protesting finger from its self defined Eden, Look in absolutely no amazement at the red traces on its tip And conduct it to my lips... Oh... visions, shivers, memory flashes, groans and laughs and bites And taste... oh, the unforgiving memory of taste As I kiss my fingertip and for a few moments... I live... Green, or is it blue or is it grey? I ask Though I opt for green As all the other times when I visited my shrine, And hesitate again in my definitions of goddesses and fairies and elf queens Looking at the vast open fields stretching in that right eye Reflecting a celestial light burning its way right into my brain While the left coyly hides behind a forest of hair Playing with me a guessing game as to its own color, Maybe I am different? seeming to say And almost winking at me. I get my finger as close as I dare to the right one, Fearing to see it blink Or cry Or shy away But it courageously accepts the touch Generously leaving a few humidity traces And then waiting in blissful softness of emotion To see the finger's return to my mouth Delivering... Oh... the tremor in my hand threatening to spill the glinting trace, Saltiest of sweet souvenirs collected once upon a time From descending eyelashes and lingering on my tongue's tip, Till finally the fingertip reaches my mouth and for a few moments... I live... Is it fire, or is it gold, or is it copper on fire smelted with gold? I ask Blowing soft whiffs of breath towards the wild mess of hair Covering your forehead And almost expecting it to fly out of way Allowing me an unperturbed view of your left eye So that its secrets are finally uncovered And my mind set at ease as to which color it might be, Maybe different than I remember last time I looked at it Less than one inch away? The curling long lock falling along your right cheek, The shorter one falling along your left cheek, Why do they remind me of a fresh spring's night Showered with fireflies Accompanied by frogs' monotonic chants And two pairs of steps out of tune When a tingle next to my ear forces me to push this same lock out of the way Sink my finger in the depths of this gold copper fire forest And smash its owner's body into a writhing mass of passionate flesh... I pull my finger back from the screen, scared, did the lock waver slightly?... Oh... torrid desires merged with realities from a world melted away, Sweet smells of apple shampoo and apricots hair conditioner Invading my nose as my finger pulls itself one last time against my lips... I do not dare touch again, Just look, Delectating in the pink of the face, The roundness of the chin, The piece of ear hardly visible, The neck bearing forever my seal and mark... I look around... nobody sees me... My eyes flood, My heart ruptures my ribs, My constricted throat bellows And my fists break my fingers' bones As I lean over and kiss your mouth on the screen Then pull away before the moment of insanity conquers me irreversibly. I blink, Incredulity fading swiftly in face of belief And dream laden desires As for seconds few... one?... two?... The smile on the screen widens, a tip of tongue appears mockingly sweet, And then reverts to glass and plastic and pixels. But I have seen it, I know, nobody can tell me what I have or have not seen And as I turn the computer off The ineffaceable smile on my face tells of the magic... She felt it, She kissed me back, She smiled. She knows. There was no sun that day. It paled compared to the glow lighting my life.

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Mirror, Mirror She told me "Your words, so beautiful, so masterful, Tell me..." I told her "Hold my hand, Let me hold the pen, close my eyes..." And the words started flowing, Scaly dragons in love with tender skinned virgins asleep on withering flower beds... She pulled back her hand, scared, I opened my eyes... Pages upon pages upon pages of love, lust, life, Death... Beauty... "How did you do it?" she asked, "Stealing my dreams, screams, memories, Touching my scars, Singing my pains?..." I kissed her My mouth rough, violent, My whisper unheard, soft, "I am nothing but a piece of silver coated glass Them humans call mirror, Indifferently, mindlessly repeating what it sees Basking in dreams of grandeur for single moments When beauty glances my way Thinking it is... me Till your fingernail scratches my surface Your fist splits my skin And then I remember I am merely a reflection. You are the beauty." She took the scattered pieces of paper, Folded them carefully And put them in her shirt's pocket. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She looked at me intensely, Made sure her kiss was as violent as mine And whispered as softly in my ear "Without you I wouldn't have known I am beautiful." She opened the door, Hesitating on the porch... "You said them humans, So what am I?" I closed my eyes, Some questions are so easy... "You? You are my human," I answered, And the celestial smile is the last thing I remember of her.

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Simplest Woman dear, oh, woman sweet, Wish your morning kiss to meet From the linen to the shower From the minute to the hour Robbing teardrops in the dark Chirping whispers to the lark. Lover dear, oh, lover sweet, Did you not this morning meet Pink magnolia's soft flower Drooping owl's forgiving glower Fading dream's eluding spark Waking puppy's licking bark? Woman dear, oh, woman rich, Gems uncounted dress your speech Butterflies your body sailing Braided smiles your footsteps trailing Past the when and past the why Waits for us a patch of sky. Lover dear, oh, lover rich, Tastes your mouth of ripen peach With abandon you be wailing As your body I be nailing And as morning rips the sky We be kissing till we die.

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Beyond The Door I hesitate before the door. Shall I open it, shall I wait? After all it is not a cork to a bottle, No genie waiting for me in there with miracles in his pockets And joy sparkles in his odd eyes. It is a door to a sea, To the story of a lifetime, Maybe to pain... To words. Snapshots, certainly, Yet a lifetime for me, the lifetime of a love. And a bit before, And a bit after, What scares me more, the before or the after? I turn the key in the lock, Push the handle, open the door, Step out and in Straight into the sea of your words, Oh... the beauty of it... I don't sink, I am at the bottom already, Funny that I can still breathe As if there was not this immense stretch of words around me, Above me, slowly penetrating inside me. I wade, taking my time, Small steps, jumping at times forwards, backwards, Words, sentences, stories, poems, your life, You honored me with the key And now I am allowed to look, wander, Oh... the beauty of it... Sometimes I see pain flashes, unbearable, And I bend covering my eyes with an arm and bite my lip So as not to scream in your agony... Memories, so many, chasing you into your nightmares, Lovers cutting your flesh With other words, promises, Deceit, And at times I wince When I seem to recognize some of these lovers as... me... I close my eyes then, To promise? to forget? To beg forgiveness?... Sometimes I feel pain flashes, unbearable, Watching snippets of earlier lives Earlier loves Earlier fingers upon your skin and passions, Scars of previous wounds decorating the walls of your heart And the tips of your breasts, Are these scars all healed? are there maybe never healing ones? Fresh wounds masterly hidden? Deeper, deeper, My courage gains with each step I take With each word I inhale, Depth eddies absorbing colors from my thoughts, from your warmth And slowly commencing to dance Metamorphosing into all those shapes you so love... butterflies, rainbows, fairies... Then merry-go-round again, and again butterflies, rainbows, fairies... Fascination... I am absorbed rather than absorbing In this fantasy wonderland which streamed from your eyes to your hands, Then to paper, Then to me... Voices, I hear voices, Is it voices or just one voice calling?... Calling? Singing? The sirens' chant luring me to lands still to be discovered Deeper, further, Words of profound darkness twining in flight with symbols of light Strong currents getting hold of my body and carrying me forward, I do not fight, There is no fight left in me, no pain left in me, Passion, only passion To be carried your way, your land, Your kingdom... Your words... butterflies, rainbows, fairies...

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You Hair, Long, long, long thin smooth burnished copper threads, Silk fiber armies cutting through your skin and Talking their way out from the depths of your scalp Cascading to beneath the soles of your feet, Further down, Beneath the crust of freshly collected pebbles and sprinkled dew and Settling pieces of sunshine merged with ground dust into ephemeral diamonds Only to listen to the salty murmur of underground springs As a lilac root gulps thirstily its allocated potion of life Before sending it home to the thousands of shivering buds Guilty only of wishing to conquer our senses... She yawned, stretching lazily and touching her head, "Hey, my hair is cut so short that it hardly touches my shoulders..." "True," I answered, "I see you just with my poet's eye, you are so much more beautiful in reality..." The answer seemed to satisfy her, and she went back to hugging the lilac flower to her chest. Eyes, Deep, deep, deep bottomless green all engulfing abysses, Never allowing sun rays escape the magic of their kingdom As they keep trapping the poor unsuspecting victims in their luster Then sending them to the tips of your fingers, and the ends of your eyelashes And the outer rims of your freckles Colonizing your skin, conquering the forgotten meadows of your palms, The invisible crests of thin hair ends long your arms Till your body looks like the center of the Milky Way Tinkling with the unheard emotions of millions of fireflies turned stars A cacophony of devastating charm Singing the seven colors of the rainbow, Green, green, green... She pinched my nose to get me out of the trance, quite successfully, "I always thought that cacophony is the epitome of ugliness, incoherence..." "True," I answered, "I see you just with my poet's eye, you are so much more beautiful in reality..." She propped herself on one elbow, just to make sure I was in no way mocking her. Then satisfied with whatever it was she was looking at on my face, she lay back by my side hosting the friendly firefly in her cupped palms. Lips, Hot, hot, hot flaming ripe cherries encrusted in honey soft flesh, Impenetrable bulwarks protecting your hidden portions of soul Allowing only the selected few, the selected one Access to a world of untellable enchantment As they lick the morning's dew from the angry beetle's antennae Against an irreversible promise of never ending sunshine, Then let it roll across your lower lip, teasingly, left to right to left Your lover's waiting mouth gaping wide underneath you, thirsty, furious And finally you bend over letting it drop to its doom straight inside his mouth, Stretching, thinning, falling, Sinking past skin, flesh, blood, bone, marrow, Finding its final garden, flower... its final home, Carrying with it your vows of Never ending... She was almost crying, "Doom?... why doom? Should have fallen down to life, happiness, eternity... Doom is dark, evil..." "True," I answered, "I see you just with my poet's eye, you are so much more beautiful in reality..." "You don't make sense," she countered, the glint getting thicker in her eyelash. "I am a poet, my love. Poets don't make sense. They only love. Truly. Deeply." I don't think she was convinced. She let the beetle which kept running errands around her hand, climb to the top of her finger and licked the drop of dew from its antennae. Then she hovered above my face, letting the drop play havoc with my sanity as it rolled along her lower lip, and let it finally drop into my gaping screaming mouth. She pulled back, startled, as the tiny flame leaped from my throat and almost charred her eyebrows. Then she smiled a huge smile. "Yes, doom, I see what you mean..." and she hugged my waist trying to find a comfortable position for her head on my chest. I waited for a whole of five minutes, as she was scrapping, and moving her face around, never satisfied... reminding me of my dog as he was trying to settle down on his couch and chasing doggie's Shangri La indefinitely. At one stage she got on her knees, looked at me apologetically, then tore open my shirt and singlet and let her head settle on my hairy chest. I heard a purr... Finally... Breasts, Soft, soft, soft... She interrupted me, her voice muffled. "How many body parts are there still?..." "Oh, many," I answered, "skin, toes, nipples, knees, neck..." "Then..." something between worry, insanity, warmth creeping into her voice, "...then you will not have enough time. It will take you a lifetime..." ... her knuckles white, her cheeks pale, a shiver down her back... She knew, yet she had to hear it. I told her. "May I have this... lifetime?..." I said. She did not answer, she did not have to. I was allowed to go on, what better answer there was. Breasts, Soft, soft, soft...

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Tigger, Tigger Tigger, Tigger, silly beast, Tell me why my green eyes mist When I watch the ancient willow From the safety of my pillow As the sun wakes up way east?... Princess, princess, green of eye, Pale of skin and soft of sigh, You remember love unending Bodies in the shadows blending, Scratching nails upon the sky... Tigger, Tigger, softest plush, Pains my ailing spirit crush, Tell me why I'm sad and weary Sunset dull and sunrise dreary, All I want is endless hush?... Queen, oh, queen, of camber brow, Warm of heart and true of vow, You remember sunrise kisses Sunset linen's passion creases, Rustling cedar's rocking bough... Tigger, Tigger, friend of old, Flow the years and slowly fold, In my heart the questions many In the well my wishing penny, Tell me friend of tales untold... Woman, woman, sweet and kind Tales untold are on your mind, Just remember promise spoken Sealed with branded silver token Love is coming you to find...

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Moon Lover Pales the moon in contemplation Of this noble grain of beauty Speck of human constellation Depths the iris of his duty. Dreams elusive, misbegotten... Time to time his insides rumble Lost in thoughts from age forgotten Of the stars' eternal tumble. Craves forbidden, raw desires... Proud his solitary ramble While entrails spawn crawling fires In a stealthy skinward scramble... "Mother sweet, oh, prideful manner, Chalice laden sleeping glimmer, Mother... Earth, allow my banner Thread with earthling's green eyed shimmer, Father dear, oh, stormful ire Blazen curls of velvet gender, Father... Sun, allow my fire Twine with earthling's lip so tender, Beg of you, forgive my yearning, Weak am I, unwont of glory, Weak my heart and craves the learning Of a mortal lover's story... Yes, the agony in marrow I have chosen for a life And a deathful human sparrow I have chosen for a wife." Glow the earth's resplendent mountains Sinking tears in dormant trees, Soar the sun's majestic fountains Pouring pride in blazing seas... "Son, a bride you could have chosen Wearing Saturn's crystal rings Rolling tails of comets frozen Into time enslaving strings, Or a queen of youth uncounted Herding sparks to sunless shores On a howling viper mounted Riving gloom's eternal doors, Yet, the certainty of sorrow You have made your passing way Till the eye blink of tomorrow In your eons fades away, Oh, I wish your pains unending Sieve through smiling human skin And the joys of death impending Blend in blissfulness of sin..." * Early morning dew collecting In her cheeks pink apples glowing Dreamscape gleams her green's protecting Down the wind her red is flowing. Whose rough hands around her middle Turn pink apples bashful tingle, Sip from gleams the hidden riddle As the red and grass blades mingle? "Mid of strawberries wild flowers Will you be my bride forever?" "With the fading nectar showers Will you leave me never never?" * "Oh, so handsomely alluring Soft your skin and calm your thunder, As your brow my finger's touring Soft's my breast, yet times I wonder... Oh, so handsomely enchanting Soft your skin and loud your thunder As you passions me be granting Rough's my breast, and still I wonder... Oh, so handsomely unrippled Soft your skin and roars your thunder And my body's old and crippled Dry's my breast, I no more wonder." "Promise did I never never, Gone are summer's nectar showers, By your side forever ever As you sink beneath the flowers..." * "Mother sweet, oh, feel my ponder, Grant me last and one desire, Flay my blaze and let it wander There beneath her buried fire, Father mighty, burn my carriage Leave them horses star beams plunder, Guide my countenance in marriage With a love asleep there under, Lover, lover, lover, lover, I will join your night undaunted, And as clouds in wonder hover Dies my flame, forever haunted..." * No one knows, no one remembers Why the depths in earth are burning, And the moon's decaying embers In eternal frost glow yearning...

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Darkth Dark. Cold. Raining, I walk, my loyal personal shadow following me around Rain pouring down inside its sharp boundaries Defining the range of misery with the tinkle of watery bells. Rivulets fight desperate skirmishes After the sharp needles hitting my scalp and refused entry Follow a trail down forehead wrinkles, Blinded eyes, deafened ears, Gaping mouth trying to scream yet silent like an unvoiced prayer, On, down along the throb in my neck Then slide inside my collar and wrap me in a streaming blanket Freezing my back, chest, belly, Inside my trousers, underwear, long shivering loins, Flowing down behind the jerk in my knee into the cumulating puddle at my feet Grotesquely misleading onlookers into thinking of my indecencies, My clothes dry, impeccable, My skin a never ending torrent... No one sees me, No one sees the shadow, the rain, People pass through me Or do I pass through them trying to get away from underneath the cloud As unsuccessfully as if it was part of my body Till I finally give up, Sit down cross legged head sunk to the ground Hands hugging knees And wait for the lightning to strike. I raise my hand, making sure I am not missed, My finger dressed in its piece of silver pointing in supplication to the cloud, Certain to attract the bliss of lightning And quiet. And a dry piece of ground finally offering me a home. I sense a presence, Not thunder... human?... deity?... wish?... Hesitating between the two worlds Then in a hurried motion throwing a raincoat over my shoulders Before scurrying away, Never too far. I inhale the warmth, a fragrance embedded in memory, Sun slivers pinching at my eyelids... I dare face a blinding flash for a few seconds before the figure disappears Leaving behind a trail of... daisy petals clearly flowing out of its hand. I lower my supplicating finger, The storm still rumbles yet I hear birds remotely between thunder lashes, People start avoiding me, The shadow pales from grey into fuzzy... am I returning to life?... I pick myself up, My clothes soaked thoroughly, thank God, Everybody dry and ironed eyeing me curiously, am I the strange one? I bend, Pick up the first petal and lift it to my nostrils, to my lips, Try to smile and find my effort crowned with success, Bend down a bit further on and pick the next petal, My feet suddenly nimble My eyes fixed upon that receding figure in the distance Never looking back yet never stopping the flow of petals And as the flow returns from the pavement to my eager hand Each petal warmer that the precedent Softer I know I am getting nearer... soon Soon the last petal will not even reach the pavement before it lands in my hand And my fist will crush it And my skin will inspire it And my fingers will catch yours to never let go. Suddenly I feel serene. Suddenly I feel beauty again. Absolute. And growing.

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The Quiet The quiet. The need, Subtly floating through the air Feather light Barely perceptible if it was not for the Dilated irises Misstepped heartbeats Knotted entrails voicing gurgling protests And desert dry skin breaking into separated islands of poverty And misery. Alive. Hibernating in between the unreal worlds Of here now And there maybe, Visions tearing away slices of reality in an unending effort to gain access To the top layers of my cognition And survival. Your fingers stretched Carrying the sweet remnants of your licking tongue Allowing playful beetles Chase each other's colors along their sides In a childish game of opening wings buzz And vibrating antennae flutter Leaving no place for my undeserving kisses, Your nipples bared Covered with miniature honey drops Inviting curious bees to stray away from the flower beds And taste the warm tenderness Of pulsating nectar singing a melody of heartbeats Chasing furiously away my competing lips, Your eyes open Green vines of desire flowing away long your cheeks Down you neck, shoulders, arms Dressing your bareness with squashed grapes Fermenting under the sun of your blood Into the wines of unforgiving passion Turning my touches into a stream of butterflies flying away To never come back lest the fantasy dies and reality wakes up... Iniquity. Innocence. Winds of war raging As on knees I pray powerlessly to inexistent entities Offering cupped hands overflowing with the velvet of petals For the quiet of a single moment of trust. Did I hear my name called? Did your finger rip me, your nipple rive me, your eye rend me?... Your beauty touch me, your serenity arouse me, your whisper heal me?... And just as I sink gratefully into the oblivion of hope's uncaring kingdom I feel smiling fingertips pick me mercilessly by the scruff of my neck And with immeasurable gentleness deposit me against your breast Leading a wet nipple into my mouth And purring happily away as I start suckling noisily life Back into my chest. The quiet. The need, Finally back home...

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Watching Your World I watched your world. Brushing your teeth from the matching leftovers Of the deep indentations in my shoulder, Hiding your bruised lower lip under a thick layer of paint As my tongue kept rolling around the piece of skin Still lingering in my mouth, Touching a brush to your eyes The fine powder capriciously running away in shapeless smears Guided by rebellious tears refusing compromise, Building your hair back into that magnificent masterpiece Ruined in battle by my brainless fingers And amorphously challenging pillows, Pulling your body inside the confines of underwear prison And overwear camouflage, Opening the door to the other world A blinding piece of sunshine outlining you inside the improvised framework And forcing me to imagine rather than see your hastily blown kiss Before the snapping lock killed the light, the shape, the pleasure... I rolled into the eternal foetal position Thumb in mouth Knees to chin Eyes tightly shut Crying the minutes away Hoping to be allowed another glimpse into your world. Dream? Was it a dream?... I thought sleepily As a ferocious beast tore away from a momentary spot of light Ripped away its human sheath Bit savagely into my shoulder And guided my teeth to that tender spot inside her lower lip While letting my fingers pull mindlessly at disintegrating clumps of hair In the fury of spoliating passion. Watching your world. Again. I could watch it forever.

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Silver I picked it off my finger, Silver, thin, strange words engraved on its surface Telling of worlds gone and wishes denied And dragons never fought, I scraped the letters one by one with my fingernail Touched my tongue's tip to them And started sticking them on the eternally hidden spots of your skin, Ivory patches you said? Silver patches I said, Scrapping, sticking, scrapping, sticking... I kept rolling the silver, Letters kept peeling off in a never ending stream I lost track of time, of metal, of content As you kept turning your body this way and this Flexing arms, legs, spine, flesh mounted on a boneless structure Permitting penetration into secret chambers And fragrant corridors And smoothly pulsating mounds of flesh Demanding attention with the ferocity of misguided virgins While finger tips attached to my undisciplined appendages Filled the crevices And dipped into the rivers And squashed the mountains into quivering beasts of passion... Letter after letter after letter Writing the love the memory the crave between the tiny bumps Decorating you head to foot And nipple to nipple And lip to ear... My fingernails now peeling cobweb thin ribbons of metal Tying your ankles in yards upon yards of glitter, Binding your wrists in yards upon yards of submission, Wrapping your body in miles upon miles of silk thin thread The ring wearing down to hair thin, Then to gossamer thin, Then to autumn light thin, My hands never tiring, your smile never eluding... "What are you doing lover, Wrapping me in my vows voiced in my words Wrought in the melting away of my silver around your finger?" you asked. "Liberating you of your vows voiced in your words Wrought in your silver around my finger," I answered. "Yet in silver prison you tie my ankles and bind my wrists And wrap my body..." you said. I smiled And my ring's finger moved slowly through the layers of endless thread Cutting it fiber after fiber after fiber till all that was left Was a messy pile of undone knots and severed veins. "Never my prisoner, always your freedom..." I smiled And silver dust sticking to damp spots on my cheeks let you believe I was crying. "You were crying..." you said bending down And for days unending wrapping my finger back into the Miles upon miles upon miles of broken thread, Patiently melting the ends together between your lips, Tying loose spots with your teeth, Licking my bleeding traces with your tongue's caress. Finally you guided my finger into your mouth And let the raw metal bite into my flesh The pain so wonderful, the fire so soothing, Your breast offered to my mouth with an unspoken whisper... "Always your wife, never my freedom..." And as silver turned skin turned flesh My life turned sunset turned rune...

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Haze As I perched inside your window Trilling morning lullabies Watching flaring beads of passion Roll upon your shying eyes Lashed a sudden wild desire Steal a bead before I part I descended in a flurry...       And a claw ripped out my heart. As the breeze picked up my colors And I kissed your eyebrow's thin Watching willows shedding branches Down aglitter pools of sin Cleaved a sudden thirst my middle Touch a branch before I part I alighted whirling under...       And a needle pierced my heart. As I crawled under your bed sheet Soaking through the linen maze Watching glints of perspiration Lick your skin in wicked daze Tore a sudden storm my reason Drink a drop before I part I approached the lusting ruby...       And desire crushed my heart. "Bird, your bleeding I be mending, Butterfly, your pain I'll nurse, Lover, lover, lover, lover I will soak your crave in verse, And before your dream be ending And before you beg to part, Take my bead, my branch, my skin's drop,       Take my one and lonely heart."

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Invaders Uninvited, Brainless conquerors infesting your body In a disorganized stampede Aiming at desolation, destruction, obliteration, A locusts' nation trying to overpower life and annihilate beauty Aliens, No soul, no aim, Only insatiable hunger for human flesh and human tenderness. Damn you!... I scream in impotent human puniness As I hug you to my chest Wishing to share pain, courage, immunity, life, Watching man made machines whirling and twirling as they fight the invader, Praying for death As the only way to life. Take my hand, do you feel the throb? Do you feel the heart beat in that lonesome finger Wearing your silver crown As its only destiny? Hang on to it, don't let go, This is the door to tomorrow, The weapon, powerful, invincible, Close your eyes And dream Life beyond the corner smiling, Laughter, Happiness, Beauty flows through your body And sunshine settles inside your skin And serenity. Unending. Let there be dream. Let dream be life.

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Idolatry I had no choice, Had to content myself with pieces, Shards... poets call them, Slivers... people in pain call them, Glimmers, fragrances, sounds other people call them, Shadows, glances, words, rumors, promises... Pieces, fragments of entity, the whole split into its basic components And just a few of them falling my way... by chance?... by design?... I refused to share, Selfishly filling up my pockets, my arms, Snarling ferociously and biting whoever dared approach, touch, Gathering another smile, another sigh, Snatching a hair strand and with a savage growl Sneaking with it into that cluttered room of mine And gently depositing it in that cleanly swept corner Amongst the toenails, broken heels, discarded underwear. Day in, day in, day in... So far from perfect, I tried to complement the missing parts with stolen ones, Then with self made ones, The figure growing, taking shape, colors invading pale surfaces, Will I ever own it completely? I asked myself while adding an eyebrow above the eye And kissing the half formed mouth, part of a lip still missing No breasts yet, only one shoe... Perfection? Who the hell needs perfection? Memories filling in the gaps, hallucinations filling in the rest, Desires sliding from elbows to fingertips While moving the figure this way and that Careful not to lose a disjointed knee, or a thigh bone As I let my vinyl player roll its 33s and ooze slow motion into my legs Hugging the mock-up to my chest A protruding nail scratching my left shoulder Wet paint splotches dirtying indecently my crotch, I rolled the volume knob louder Thumb and forefinger closing full circle around the waist And squeezing... sounds of splintering wood rumbling through the idol's frame Veins pushing out on my forehead as wishes streamed loudly from my throat Praying to the piece of wood, cloth, iron, dream, want... My imperfection, my idol, the love in my prayer the urge in my life, Live!... I screamed Live!... The idol staying mute, limp, dead. I lighted three candles, burnt three incense sticks, Broke three glasses in my bare fist, Sowed a mattress of broken stones underneath me And fell asleep cursing all gods My hands holding tightly the lifeless cloth between bleeding fists and bared teeth. * I woke up, A strange sensation on my face, I opened questioning eyes to find A pink toe running errands around my upper lip Testing from time to time the depth of my gaping mouth Then back to its endless exploration of the lip's limited geography, I did not move Letting my eyes follow up the round heel, The smoothness of a muscled calf, The back of a knee... The thinness of a fluttering bell letting in a yellowish haze Inside the confines secretly giving shelter to a thigh in perpetual motion Climbing up, losing its identity inside a shadowed land Speaking of promises partly revealed partly unknown Partly whispering in momentary sparks reflecting off moist corners And urging for the exploration of skin, fingers, mouth... I jumped, What the hell is happening here, where am I?... But halfway through the motion A hand as softly crushing as a mountain of caresses Pushed me back down And a tongue as muscular as a cobra's body Replaced the toe in my mouth. What the hell, I asked myself again Unwishing for the answer Tender claws pulling the shirt out of my belt Then tearing it along giving seams Instead of bothering me with moving my chest The whirring sound a melody sliding off my shoulders into surrounding néant, Finger tips starting a patient count of the hair ends decorating my manly breasts Teasingly pulling each as if to ensure their veracity... "Who are you?..." I dared ask Not expecting an answer and not getting one. She stood up, Dancing upon my body Quashing my will Squashing every exposed particle Dexterous toes pulling off in one fluid movement belt, trousers, My bare body lying in shameless submission Underneath soles the flexibility of pouring honey Kneading flesh and skin and crumbling bone She raised her hands to the sun Flames leaping down and burning her dress into green butterflies Flying away into a world of disintegrating ash As she floated down upon me Accepting me inside her Merging Muscles twining muscles Groans twining groans Cascades twining lakes My nostrils flaring with the smell of charred skin and hair ends As my mutinous hands, giving up the supreme effort to break her spine, Finally capitulated into an insatiable orgy of exploration Of depths and heights and rivers and gushing fires... "I love you..." said a voice once mine Not expecting an answer and not getting one. * I woke up, Did I wake up earlier already?... I asked of my memory Pulling away the nail lodged inside my shoulder And letting the thousand splinters embracing my palm Cry victory with toothless red gushing mouths. I gazed at the indecorous assembly hugged in my arms, Smiling at it the insane way As a gloriole lifted away from its intended heart lair Rolled around my neck three times, Then entered my mouth exiting my nostrils and flying away with a flutter Of dissipating wings. I did not even try to catch it Sweet insanity my eternal share Yet I knew Pieces, shards, slivers I will keep collecting My treasures box swelling, my creation waiting for the day The last piece will fall my way To be fitted in its appropriate nook, My thumb and forefinger one last time encircling her waist Before my idol will dress flesh And my dream will dress reality And my farce will dress life... Live!... she will scream Live!... And I will...

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Laugh Story in collection: sillies "See... I met this awesome lady, Green her scales..." "Her scales?" "And shady, Pale of eye and red of skin..." "You said scales..." "Well, might have been, Then she said a funny thing..." "...I just wish your neck to wring!" "Hey," I shouted, "it's unkind To be peeking in my mind." "Listen here, you scooby-doo, I will peek in your pants too, I just wish this slate here clean Who's this... dragon, toad, or queen?" Then she smelled my empty glass, Pulled two feet away the lass, Shook her head in sorrow... "Queer, Did we drink same brand of beer?" And she looked at me askew... "What's the matter?" "Wish I knew..." Something in those eyes, quite rowdy, Bode a future rough and cloudy And it wasn't quite express When I tried to ease the stress "I feel rhymey..." "Yes? Oh, blimey..." "You a brit?" "And you a twit..." And she leaned and pinched my tit. Ouch... I screamed, or wanted to As she hit me with her shoe Next... my mind is not so clear... (Was it lust or was it fear?...) I awoke... a hazy pattern Envying the rings of Saturn Played some tunes inside my ears... "What is that?" "Your guessing?..." "Shears?..." I decided if I'm going To regard more roses growing One more sunset, one more dawn, I should show some steel and brawn, So I screamed "Oh, not my credit..." Was too late, she did some edit, Screamed again "Oh, not my shoe..." Well, it sang forget-me-do, Screamed one last "Oh, not my belt..." Screamed?... or rather begged to melt?... "Now again..." "Again?" "The color..." "Collar?..." "Stop it or you're gonna holler..." Wasn't sure if she was kidding As those shears were slowly skidding... "OK, color, color what?" "Of my skin you naked gnat." Hmm... was threat or was it promise?... "Naked dreams is where my home is..." "Grrr..." I heard it down her throat And this was no tango note, So I hurried... "Green?..." "Grrr..." "Blue?..." Ouch... again this spiky shoe... "Pale?..." "Hmm, almost..." ...almost smiling In my mind wild visions piling... "White?..." oh yeah, that wink in time Ever promised good old slime... "White with freckles softly sailing And my sanity assailing..." "Mmmmm..." she mmm'd so very near That I lost all fright of shear, "Hair..." "What hair?..." "Now don't you start, Or I'll pull your hm's apart..." And she touched the hm's and squeezed And I gulped and coughed and sneezed... "Hair you said..." "Yes, hair..." "OK, Piece of sun which ran astray, Lava's metal soul on fire God's enflamed weekend attire..." "Purrrrr..." she purred against my chest Oh, so warm... I tore my vest, "Eyes..." "You mean the bleeding leaves Once a nail the surface cleaves? Chunks of ice three fathoms deep Laying scores of stars to sleep? Desert's dream in sunset's eye Stored in dewdrop's last good bye?..." "Eyes... alive with raving joy As you see them... lover... boy..." Well, I won't go through detail, I enjoyed a night in braille Then another mostly rock And another playing doc, And I would tell mighty more But she's waiting at the door With a mouth Sun of south With a lip Honey drip With a breast Treasure chest With a foot Angel's lute With a hand Promised land With an eye My, oh, my... * Shhhh... beyond the river's bend Green of skies and oceans blend, Green of mountains' snowy peaks Kissing sunset's rosy cheeks, And inside a dreaming mind Soft green love with love entwined...

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Silver Vows Autumn hearts, autumn hearts, Let the green of summer's darts Nail thin wires to your dome Trails to flowers climbing home And as kisses depths of lip Silver vows and promise rip... Autumn parts... Autumn glades, autumn glades, Let the green of summer's blades Hang silk wires from your dome Trails to dew drops crawling home And as whispers carve in skin Silver vows of promised sin... Autumn fades... Autumn skies, autumn skies, Let the green of summer's eyes Tie gold wires to your dome Trails to wishes flowing home And as fingers touch my hand Silver vows the promise brand... Autumn dies... * Silver vows, silver vows, Let the green of summer's boughs Wrap your words around my finger Let the beauty flames still linger And as flocks of robins tweet Let me snuggle by my sweet Summer spouse.

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Tenderness Sighs, One in collection: tenderness sighs Your hair wet, My fingers sinking into it Deep, till their tips touch your skin, Then pulling down Combing it inefficiently, tenderly, My fingernails scratching lightly your scalp Leading to a cascade of goose bumps on your arms, Back, Breasts. Then again. Strand after strand, fiber after fiber, Softly, Lovingly, Till you fall asleep, thumb in mouth, Nails sunk into my blood stream Lightly panting Lightly drooling Lightly smiling. Then I do it again, And again, Until the first day of my dying.

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Tenderness Sighs, Two in collection: tenderness sighs The fire extinguished, Gone where fires reluctantly go After exterminating for short moments of unreality Traces of sanity And vestiges of reason. Locked in the insides of you, My ecstasy's lair turned my voluntary prison The steel in your arched body's sighs having moved to your arms And fingers lodged deeply inside my spine Keeping me from moving out, Away, Aside. I accept my bondage, my fate, The singing pillow of your left breast soft against my cheek, The temptation of a nipple slowly falling asleep insufficient To make me leave the offered sanctuary And its damning bliss of eternity. I listen to the music, Irregular heart thumps, screeching guts, snapping bones, The vitality of your body my grownup's lullaby And as your fingers count the strands of hair on my scalp I sink into the worlds of tender submission And wake-me-not flower fields...

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Tenderness Sighs, Three in collection: tenderness sighs Trying to fit my steps to yours, Or was it you trying to fit your steps to mine When finally we ended missing the steps And missing the stairs And falling into each other's arms Almost skidding over the balustrade The embarrassed hug which lent itself to our rescue Turning into an iron grip Of cloth ripping power and lip bleeding insanity. Bent over a cup of coffee Interminable steam rivers floating upwards Long the valleys leading to your eyes Leaving the glitter of disappearing memories Inside beads rolling the other way Ending their short journey with a watery splash Jeering the fists crushing into each other on the white table cloth Even as brown spots skipped over the cup's edge And scalded with brown tears cloth and skin and soul Never to heal again in this life. I listened to your finger writing a prayer inside my palm Love... one of the words, question mark... one of the symbols, Once upon a time... one of the stories' ends Valiantly clawing its way to the surface Echoing the crave savagely running inside our minds Yowling its pain in desires Obliterating sanity wishes and Upheaving damnation fires. Walking back, Silent walkways, softly lighted, Our steps aligned, your head on my shoulder My hand around your waist Your thumb hooked inside my trousers' backside pocket, I kissed your hair and felt your shiver As your thumb tightened into a fist And you broke your step to move in front of me And your other hand dragged my head down to meet yours Where, just before our lips turned into one single clenched fist You whispered inside my mouth... I love you...

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Tenderness Sighs, Four in collection: tenderness sighs First I held your right hand's index finger in my left hand, Then you held my left hand's index finger in your right hand, Then we just held hands As we walked, As we sat, As we ate, As we undressed, As we made love, As we made love, As we made love. We sat side by side On the bed Backs against the wall Only skin separating us Slowly melting under the urge of the rivers steaming underneath Till nothing but flesh between us, Then bones, Then nothing, As we made love, As we made love, As we made love. The shower shooting at us fire pellets Ripping us to pieces Turning our bodies into mush Mixed with odors of soap And perfume And flowers Hands sliding off round peaks And steaming valleys And terrible bear traps Finally giving up tenderness For fury As we made love, As we made love, As we made love. A blanket hiding us from the world, Hiding the world from us, A magical veil making tomorrow disappear And yesterday to never have existed Inside an unending today Insisting on never changing its color And taste As long As we made love, As we made love, As we made love.

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Tenderness Sighs, Five in collection: tenderness sighs Before we touched, Emptiness, After we touched, Pain, In between, Life. As we twined hankering fingers...       In my mind a keepsake lingers       And as shreds of thoughts unfurl       miss you girl, oh, miss you girl... As we reached inside the fury...       Raves through mind a savage jury       And as glints of ache turn jade       miss you maid, oh, miss you maid... As we savored life's sweet present...       Drills through heart a damning torment       And as sighs in mind grow rife       miss you wife, oh, miss you wife... Looking back, Nothing, Looking forward, Hope, In between, Life.

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Drained Drained, Like a sponge left in the desert sun for three days Or more, more being irrelevant, Drained, dry, desiccated, Empty. "Love..." you asked, "What is love? Sands howling in make belief of storms, Thorns spinning in make belief of seasons, Mirages nighing in make belief of memories?" You picked one of my poems, curious, Trying to understand better, Looking for a drop of humidity, Dew, Life, Love, You touched it with your eyes soaking in a few drops... Tears... "Tears?... is love sprinkled with molten crystals of invisible messages Carrying liquefied pain in unshapen pearls Blending forgotten rhymes Inside forgiving whispers?..." You picked up another one... Rain, "Rain?... do you pick up grains of cloud from sky's endless deserts Shaping them into meaningless letters Threaded long miraculous quill traces Till savage necklaces called runes of love Smother your breath?..." Encouraged you started leafing through my book of life... Steam... "Steam?..." Nectar, Blood, honey, sweat... Soaking in, soaking in, swelling, soaking... "Wait!..." you screamed suddenly As your hungry eyes were about to open the next one, "Wait!..." you screamed silently, Talking to yourself As your awakening spirit Unfettered the twill of wonder and inquisitiveness and innocence Into the sparkle of one unending moment of enfolding tenderness... "Wait, What about him, Tomorrow, when he needs it? You are taking all he has..." I looked at you Smiling apologetically, thankfully, obligingly, And I whispered... "You... are all I have..."

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Wine, Red You cannot move, You wish not to move, Shoulders squashing a pillows mountain Arching back... One long ripping sound and all traces of civilization disintegrate Clothes, lace, cotton... burn, The flame leaps from your eye turning all garb to cinder, ash, smoke... A left hand... tight... red velvet, Right hand stretched... tying tight... green satin, Left ankle... tight... yellow silk, Right ankle free, whipping, lashing, The storm in the stretch of muscles looking for my body Hungry to curl, grip, crush my desires between the sweat of thighs, Taut toes... paint me they say, Red and green and blue and silver, Let art's love hide our stubby insignificance Under the glimmer of morning's rainbow, Hips rolling and roving... taste my flesh they say, Drink me, cleanse my lust with the tip of your tongue Cutting paths of blazing inferno down my belly and inside my molten vanity, Breasts piercing your body's skin with flaming tips... crush they beg, Feed your thirst with our boiling dreams Till your throat blisters inside in the squirm of ensuing torture Unfollowed by death, Mouth, oh mouth, oh mouth... bellowing its summer season's songs With the howl of silver season's bells... bite me it commands, Bite me or be damned in hell's coldest of dungeons Bare of me and my lust and my fire... I dip the brush in my bleeding lip and start painting love over your body, Tiny flames on your left cheek A line along your neck Tidal waves and storms and hurricanes around the tips of your breasts Questions on the right side of your belly Ending in screaming gales spitting mouthfuls of incandescent urge Painted in the dark forests of your hidden desires Calming down in an ever thinning quiet towards the tips of your toes... I bite the brush to tiny splinters wiping my mouth with the back of my hand Letting the bleeding traces on my fingertips paint a criss crossing pattern On my chest, legs, forehead, Then dip my hand in the first bucket Pulling out thousands of tiny blue lilac flower mouths and before the paint dries Strew them over your body, my body, Dip my hand in the second bucket Pulling out thousands of white lily petals slashing them to ribbons with my nails Then weaving them into thick blanket layers over you, over me, Dip my hand in the third bucket, in the fourth bucket, the fifth... Smearing layers of the warm sunny yellow of daisy And the bitter milky white of dandelion stems And the sharp riving bite of dead rose thorns... You scream, you moan, you curse in your binds You beseech me to liberate you and allow you to crush my life With the beast in you While my skin grinds into yours, grinding, and grinding, and rending Lips into blistering lips, Chest into craving breasts Loins into devastating desires, Nails into nails, The blend carpeting our bodies starting to ferment, to simmer, to boil, Wine, red wine, sweet wine slowly coagulating From drops to puddles, From puddles to rivulets From rivulets to rivers raging down your lips, neck, chest, Down between your legs, down to the soles of your feet Cascading onto the floor in one gigantic roar, Take my life you scream, take my love, Bury your passion into the damnation of my desires... As my tongue softly cleans you from the petals, And from the stems, and from the thorns, As I lick away the last traces of wine from inside your mouth From inside the wounds adorning your lips, From beneath your right breast pulling out with my teeth one forgotten thorn And licking the wound healed, From the top of your left nipple, proudly crashing into my mouth, I slurp the small puddle still lingering inside you belly button, And as my mouth sinks into the sweet fragrance Fiercely tempting my insanity between your luring thighs Your free leg gently hugs my shoulders and with a satisfied sigh Locks my mouth, my lips, my breath, my life To the never ending taste of heaven.

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To A Friend, From A Friend written to a friend It was not yet the time for my periodical call, "Hi mom," I said. "Hello there my dear son," I heard her answer, I felt her kiss, Surprised she was there. She was always there, I should have known it. "I knew you were going to call on me, You always do when you have a friend in need So I expected your call. You know I can only help with advice, And share some secrets sometimes too..." a soft laughter. "Did you meet her?... her mom?" "Of course I did, you are friends with her daughter over there, So of course I am friends with her mom over here, Nice lady, loves her daughter immensely, I will show her around, make her feel... at home." "Mom?..." "Yes?" "How do you talk over there, she does not speak your language?" "We do not have to speak with words over here, You would not understand if I tried to explain." "I hope soon to find it out myself..." I said, knowing it will pain her to hear it. She laughed softly again, "Don't rush, my silly boy, use all the time given to you over there, Here, you have all of the damn eternity to spend..." She did not use the word damn, it is just in my translation. "Mom?..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I translate this conversation to English? I want to be able to tell her daughter I talked to you, and I understand, And she should not be so sad. And that you are helping her mom over there." I forgot that in her original language English was not a known word. "English? The only English I know is a dance, Called English Waltz, I was dancing it as a young woman. Remember, I tried to teach you?..." "...and I kept stepping on your toes..." That soft laughter again. "This is a soft, beautiful dance, for lovers only, At that time you were not in love. Now..." I almost felt her wink, and I blushed, "Mom, English is the language I talk with her daughter, What can I tell her?" I waited, minutes passing, hours, I knew she was there, She was always there. "Did you ask Him?" "You know I do not believe in Him?" "Yet you had long talks with Him after I joined over here." "True, I did, I cannot explain. And it does not change the way I feel. I still talk to Him from time to time." "You were always a complicated kid... I did not always understand you. But I always loved you." "I always loved you too. I always do. She loved her mom too. And her mom loved her. You know, you met her." Quiet. I could hear the quiet, flowing, passing. "What do you hear my little boy?..." ... I almost laughed, Over fifty years of age and still her little boy... "I hear... quiet." "Think again..." "I hear... your voice. I always hear your voice. All I have to do is close my eyes and I hear your voice." I felt the slight breeze on my cheek, her way of kissing me... after. "See?... tell her to close her eyes and remember her mom's voice, It cannot be forgotten, The soft words of love, the harsh words of teaching, The songs she sang to her..." "I remember the songs you sang to me..." "And she will remember the songs her mom sang to her, And bathe in their warmth..." "Smile for me, mom..." "Oh, but I do all the time, you just think you don't see it, Think about it." "You mean that woman hugging the new born to her breast Smiling through all that excruciating pain... is you?" I could almost see her nod. "And the woman smiling at my first tooth is you too? You were so young, so beautiful, You are still beautiful..." I could almost see the glitter in her eye, "And the woman taking me by the hand to my first day at school, The woman cleaning my first bleeding wound after a street fight, The one hugging me and smiling at my first heartache, The one hugging my child as if it was hers... all these are you?" "And all these are your friend's mom's smiles too - When she held her in her arms for the first time, seeing her first tooth bloom, Taking her to her first day at school, When she cleaned her first bleeding wound, When she cared for her first bleeding heart, When she hugged her kid's kid... so many wonderful smiles, Never to be forgotten." "Mom, do you have to leave now?" A girlish giggle... "I leave nowhere, I am here always, I am..." I cringed, For a moment fearing she will use the word dead, I should have known better, she always cared for me, held my hand, Understood me like no one did... "...eternally alive..." ... sunshine... "...eternally watching over you..." ... rainbow... "I am part of the Ever Wenches group..." ...merry laughter... "And our motto - 'we reign supreme every man's eternal dream'..." rolling laughter... "Your friend's mom showed me her picture, She has a beautiful smile, Tell her we would like to see it again." Quiet. "Feel my hug?" I did. "Ask her to feel her mom's hug as well, she is sending it with every sunrise." "Mama..." The glitter there again, and the smile, "I know child, I know this tone, you want a personal advice before you close, I know." I waited. "I will give you my advice, my dear, Yes, Follow your heart, son, follow your heart and you can't go wrong." "I love you, mom." "I love you too." She was going to close, then I heard her saying as a fading afterthought... "You should try English Waltz, You will find you dance it today to perfection..."

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Nipples a sequel to: Wine, Red Face to face, Petal leftovers mixing with wine drops on your face, neck, chest, Diagonal stripes in red, blue, violet... "You look like a mythical warrior Set on conquering my deserts, my forests..." I say and lick away one wide strip from your cheek leaving a wide glinting path, Then another strip, I was about to lick the third strip when you stopped me... "This is my stuff, I want it back," you whisper Licking my lips, craving my tongue, Licking my lips again and sinking a finger deep in my mouth sweeping leftovers... We sit, naked, Your thighs above mine Your legs hooked unforgivingly around my middle knotted at my back, Our navels facing each other hungrily, Waiting again for the ferocity of ravenous hunger to glue them together, My nipples barely touching yours, same hunger, same thirst, Same rage... "Your nipples are bigger than mine..." I complain. "Of course," you confirm, "mine are there to feed your tomorrow's world, Yours are there to remind you of what you miss..." "No," I say, "yours are there to feed my today's desires, Mine are there for your teeth and your nails..." As I squeeze my pathetic looking forms into yours, seeing blood pumping And flesh coalescing into rock And pain cutting through me as they slash through my flesh layers And reach my ribs, And drill through right into my demons... My fingers hooking into your spine Your hooks rending my back into a bleeding mess As we grab each other and pull our bodies together Sliding groaning entering And we roll as one single hunk of flesh The inebriating stank of rotting petals sifting slowly into our nostrils Making its glorious way straight up to the brain's sensory tendrils Crashing onto the floor with the sickening thud of colliding muscles And screeching bones and breaking teeth Mouths never separate tongues never disentangle And your nipples stab my heart's chambers and mangle its functioning doors And the knots welding ankles to muscled lower backs tighten And squeeze and crush and squash Celestial music pouring out from my body Filling up your ache with galloping horses neighing their way Up the slopes and down the ravines The scream of songs escaping your mouth dying inside my throat As tendons stretch in wanton abandon Shivering like steel wires strung across a violin's body And ravaging ravaging ravaging the shapes' fragile frames Under lust's terrifying onslaught... I take a soft sponge, Dip it in the tear clean warmth of water, And slowly, slowly, clean your body Neck to toe From petals, and thorns, and wine, and lust, I cover you with a thin white cotton sheet Toe to neck And as I pass by your breast my finger touches your sleeping nipple one last time Leaving a smile curled around its softness For the rest of your life...

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Calling Sands Rolls a drop of molten rainbow down your shoulder's pallid skin On its trace my greedy fingers minute tremors slowly glean, Trail my bleeding lips the splendor sliding long your tips of hand And a blood drop soaks the rainbow as it drops to shifting sand. Glints a spark of throbbing fire pent beyond your green of eye In its crystal's shapeless sanctum my imploring whispers die, Sprouts a thread of silken wire mooring dream to silver band And a tear drop soaks the fire as it drops to shifting sand. Wades a breeze of raging tempest in your crown of blazing curl Hosting my decaying heartbeats nestling down its flaming whorl, Crave my fists intimate moments ripping through a rebel strand And a love drop soaks the tempest as it drops to shifting sand. Lover, lover, lover, lover, lover touch my skin, my eye, Touch my curl with lush abandon crushing in my breast the sigh, Smile... regard my fingers dancing and the call of sand deny Your's my rainbow, your's my fire, your's my tempest till I die...

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In Love Be your mouth my morning's chalice Make your smile my waking wine, In the vineyards of my season Be your lips the sacred shrine. Let my way be ever open To that mystic touch of flesh When your breath's whispering verses My lucidity enmesh. Dip your fingertips in summer Pour the lilac to your lip, Blow the breeze of parting thunder In the flail of lover's whip. Sink your song inside my quiet Way the sun boils down the sea Leaving trace of sleepless wonder In a drunken painting spree. Lay by me, let flowing music Carve your bed here by my side, In your innocence of slumber Whisper softly... yes, your bride...

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Looking For... You Find me, she said, And when you do... never let me go. Why? I asked, I found you already, I said. She laughed, Diffusing into the incandescent gravel pouring from the sky Lilting effervescence decaying into lingering sparks Then nothingness. My hand tried to follow her tune Grasping the hollowness of pain lined with yearning And a few broken thorns. I tried the east Screaming a name known but to me into a yawning sun Obligingly scratching his head with flaming fingers Making believe he thinks of an answer While lashing my skin with incendiary snake tongues Immolating my fading traces of decency in a flurry of mockery... Find her, he said, And if you don't... you ain't worthy of her... And in the enveloping indifferent blindness Skin melting, bones crushing... a touch... unreal, The softness of soft shadowing me from the devastating flares Dressing skin back on bones Hope back into lacerations Whispering... you almost did, do not give up, find me... I tried the seas My mind awed at the complexity of the task Peeling layers of surf from layers of water from layers of silt Off her frenzied body Surrounded by death and rip and voracious jaws Ravenously mingling the never ending melody played by silent musicians With love wrapping me into a collapsing net of sinking hooks Decorously apologizing for inflicted torture... Find her, they said, And if you don't... you ain't worthy of her... And in the descending absolute deafness Senses splitting, wants bursting... a melody... unreal... The music of music isolating me from the grinding silence Dressing notes back into ears Wishes back into slashes Thinly whispering... you almost did, do not give up, find me... The earth, what about down your entrails mother?... I bellowed sinking my broken fingers into slicing rock Nails scraping metal splinters down blood's way Boiling sweat sliding long well's slimy walls at war with earth fires Shrieking miserably their way through liberated gashes Incessantly frying my inner skin and iris and tongue into crumbling spit laden dust... Find her, she said, And if you don't... you ain't worthy of her... And in the dementing raw despair Mind cringing, dreams shredding... a fragrance... unreal... The perfume of perfume secluding me from emerging insanity Dressing images back into mind Colors back into ravines Inaudibly whispering... you almost did, do not give up, find me... I lay down, No more whispers... Shedding cloth, skin, flesh, White ivory glinting in the desert waiting for the sun to burn out, The sea to dry, The earth to shrivel to a wrinkled pebble... Does it?... Did it already?... Did?... Oh... Oh... what is this sudden Softness of soft gliding Turning off sun's glare Nimble toes raising tiny clouds of dust As they dance on the shimmer of air pillows the mating rite Painting my bone... breathing touch into it, Music of music flowing Pulling off sea's hooks Sheer fingers tracing fire circles in the air As they open doors hiding between layers of senses the sensations Painting my flesh... breathing melody into it, Perfume of perfume flowing Easing off earth's fires Legs and hands and lips intricately weaving the fireflies laden tapestry As in the wake of their flighting extremities needle thin buds liberate the sighs Painting my skin... breathing fragrance into it... I wake up, open my eyes, My mind the clearness of winter's single frozen tear As I sit at my desk, Dip my pen in the overflowing inkwell And tender silken skin wakes to life with the inflorescence of lambent rhyme Purling inside eyes, round lips, down breasts shying from flame, Touching hips, caressing thighs, invading the naiveté of a toenail... Woman, I say, I have not found you, I ain't worthy of you. You are not the canvas, you are not the pen, You are not the color. You are art...

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Dune Dune, Tri dimensional silk, like a woman's body Perfect in its shapelessness Its crest one continual movement of amorphous splendor Skin thin shavings rolling and rolling and rolling Doomed to rove forever In a restless quest for eluding tranquility And home... Storm, Hitting of sudden, like a woman's rage, The sun retreating in haste fore the obliterating fury As countless hordes of soldiers in mindless annihilating frenzy Burst the walls of their sleeping quarters And carried by the might of saddle-bare invisible wind stallions Reshape deserts, lives, worlds... Grains, Billions of unique sculptures, like a woman's essence, Specks of art forever lost to mind Hiding in their individual anonymity, Locking in their miniature insignificance The secrets of mighty civilizations and fearsome warriors Fallen prey and dust to the irrevocable indifference Of master time and his mistress oblivion... Fire, Shredding my skin, like a woman's desire, My fist sinking in the accommodating dryness of the yellow sea Lured by the promise of eternity Groping for the firmness of reality Yet all it gathers in between bleeding fingers is a streaming flow of illusions Gently escaping the iron grip with a determined smile Till all which is left is coagulated blobs of crumbling rock Barely holding on to desiccated blood traces... Velvet, Shaping itself to my forms, like a woman's love, Enveloping my wants with mystery of the unknown Lost in shimmering horizons ever unreachable, The only sound surrounding the shivering deformation Being the tiny explosions of rebellious stars Banished to roam forever in the no place between the celestial depth of an eye And the graceful warmth of an embracing heart...

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Camouflage Hind the breath of dying thunder Rolling lost in kingdoms under Wishing in the fading stammer Lay a heart of mighty hammer,       Hides the fear inside a pearl...       Shies a girl... Hind the thrill of laughter flowing Laden tears of never knowing Hoping sparks inside the glitter Bite the sweet inside the bitter,       Hides the pain inside a pearl...       Sighs a girl... Hind the shield of bleeding daylight Soaking into starry May night Dreaming of unborn illusion Turning tides of smile profusion,       Hides the doubt inside a pearl...       Cries a girl... Girl, oh sweet, oh smiling lily, Wipe your fear and pain, you silly, Strip your doubts into the river As you naked smile and shiver,       I will cloak your body, life...       Be my wife...

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Remember Remember, never do forget That day the sun refused to set A cord strung rainbow's east to west An arrow pierced my giving chest...       That day we met... A fading dream waking to life Through biting jaws of crawling strife Winds caressing wild roving wheat Asleep under your playful feet...       Through biting knife... That clasp of hand inside a song A lifetime's scream dragging along Inside embrace of rending bone A scream abides by lovers moan...       A lifetime long... As trashing bodies glean delights Long tasteless days turn blinding lights And seeds of spark rage fire high Till tears of eye its life deny...       Long tasteless nights... Remember, as the parting soars And pain unknown its hideout bores A chain unseen nails to your breast The beat forgotten in my chest       And pain in scores...

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Sweet Lilac, Daisy, Rose As yawning sleep through reason bites Upon my pillow lands a bird And chirps its claim for starry nights For thousand night and one delights, Your eye, your breast, your word... I slide inside soft slumber's reign A feather floats upon my brow Its bony tip dips in my vein And word to word I sow a chain Of legend, poem, vow... * Apprentice am I, son of witch My gait is slow, my ways uncouth, In stables grand and gardens rich I pay my dues with grime and itch, My life, my years, my youth... As stars the morning's onslaught shun I bathe depths river's flowing ice My sword of forges long undone Dips in the pride of dawning sun Then once, then twice, then thrice... I nip my little finger's tip A flaming red runs long the edge Then carve a rose upon my hip As bleeding petals slowly drip The wish, the dream, the pledge... When skies aflame, I fade away Through ancient paths obscured by spells From human mindless greed and prey, To peaceful fields of wings and neigh And mare, and foal, and bells... I cast behind a sleeping veil, Then mount the wildest yearling beast One mighty flap, a whipping tail And skies adorn a blazing trail To north, to south, to east... At dark of night I climb the wall And lean inside her window's sill Soft fragrance whiffs my mind enthrall And stains of skin my reason maul With charm, with fear, with skill... The pale of hand floats in the night And burns the skin upon my lips, As fingers' tips my teeth delight My runes her breast with passion bite Love roars, and reaves, and rips... The princess is she, queen to be Her hand I've touched, her eyes I've seen In thread of silk and dancing spree She'll wed her life away from me The wretch, the coarse, the mean... * Past midnight... whose' the knock on door?... A dagger skids into my hand Grey bristling shapes around the floor Pull fangs to light in warning roar Not sweet, nor calm, nor bland... "Who be you stranger? If in hate You reach my door at midnight dark Be gone or bitter be your fate... Yet if in thirst, be well..."... I wait, A creak, a shape, a spark... The dagger clatters to my feet, The wolves lie back and growl subdues, Three fearsome shapes my eyesight meet, Amidst... what floats my way to greet In greens, and pales, and hues?... "In thirst... of love, may I be in?..." Oh, mother witch, oh, brother bear, "Be guide my hand through mortal sin Be first to see me to my skin To touch, to claw, to tear?..." In frozen awe I watch the shapes, The gruesome fists, the shining mail, The giant swords and golden capes... Her voice trills on... "...and feed me grapes, And dreams, and storms, and gale..." She nears till hear I beat of heart, "Do worry not for these my guards, They own my trust and battle's art, At sign they're soft or tear apart To bits, to lumps, to shards..." "And what the sign be now?..." ...a snap, The door rolls back inside its frame, "Be first...", her fingers touch a strap And dropping silks pale flesh unwrap No guilt, no taint, no shame... I guard my eyes the first I see... Then slowly move away the hands, Evading fire pours with glee From head to toe cascading free It burns, it chars, it brands... I raise my arm, my manner slow And sink my fingers in the silk The ruby red of lips aglow As corners upwards gently bow Oh... nectar, honey, milk... Big downcast eyes lift to my face, A ceaseless movement bound to end When eyelids, silken wisps of lace, Bare boundless green of blazing grace Then rive, and rip, and rend... She picks my blade and guides my hand, A daisy on her white I carve, "I wish you owned a magic wand And teached me love on whitest sand To burn, to yield, to starve..." I look her way, my heart aloud, "Forgive me mother when I sin..." I tear from wall a rotten shroud, A wand... her gaze the mist of cloud, So blue, so grey, so green... "This what?" "The sea..." "This what?" "A wave..." My mouth engulfs an offered breast, Her eye forgetting moment's rave Falls prey to sudden lovers crave Wild thirst... wild rage... soft rest... A crimson stain adorns the sand, A flower mid of canvas white, A whisper tying mouth to hand, A finger donning silver band, No fear, no sound, no fright... I pick my wand from sleeping air The spell of word... a thunder's neigh, The sky splits up... a savage mare Bolts lightning wild in mocking scare A waif, a tramp, a stray... "Is mine?" "Is yours..." ...a scream's delight, "Her name?" "Brand's Lilac..." "Flower?" "Hell..." Her naked shape a streaming light Which mounts the beast in savage flight To roam, to burn, to quell... So many hours flowing late The mare alights on gliding wing... "A kingdom's worth this present's rate..." "And worth an ever loving mate, Her smile, her warmth, her spring..." "I love..." "Don't say..." ...my manner wild, Is gone the day and gone the dream, Is gone and I will loose this child Of fire skin and eyes beguiled I cry, I rage, I scream... "You princess..." "Hush..." "...and I but wretch, Tomorrow's light will burn this day And rest my life an endless stretch Of stables clean, of water fetch, Of wait, of pain, of pray..." "Tomorrow..." "No!..." "Tomorrow... hush... Tomorrow's day will burn this light As memories through veins will rush And kissing traces heart will crush And shatter, smash, and smite..." The spark in green of eye... then mine... The fury in the kiss insane A moment's beauty wild, divine, I touch the wand... a blinding shine... No wave, no sand, no mane... The silks return to shoulders bare The hinges creak in bitter rust Her final fierce demented stare A guard's obliging moment's glare Then gallop, silence, dust... * "My king, a woman's you to see, A witch." "A witch? I banned from town All witches seed to yonder sea..." "Her claim is strange, she comes to plea For life, for king, for crown..." Deep creases boding patterns weave, "How pass she did the guard at gate?" A silence short. "Now speak or leave!" "My eyes are old, they be deceive..." "Now speak! I say! I wait!..." The knee to ground, the head to knee... "By winged horse... from grey of cloud..." The scepter crashes, thin debris Awakened wafts in mindless glee Roll round, and rough, and loud... A thousand years on shoulders weigh... Commanding voice now begs... "Be gone..." With sadness lost in deep dismay... A slender figure slides his way So thin, so frail, so lone... His eyes embrace the waiting shape The time has been so kind to her, His mind picks crumbs of gone escape As nails unseen time layers scrape To probe, to taste, to err... Her blinding might of love, regret, Refusal grace of golden ring, The parting words... "...do me forget And pay your rank's awaiting debt Be master, lord, be king..." Her pride in pain the day he wed, That lonesome tear he spied in eye Before to worlds unknown she fled And left old memories to shred, To wipe, erase, deny... Now here... oh, might... he dreads her say An ill foretoken grips his mind When nearing... sees dark shadows play Inside twin fires speckled grey Diffuse, forlorn, unkind... He takes her hands, she grips with might, The shadows grow tenebrous thick He tries to flee towards the light As pains untold in heart ignite, So brittle, human, weak... "I bore you son..." "You what?..." "I did, His veins run blend of witch and king, He knows of naught, when way I hid He stayed with folks, an only kid To grow, to care, to bring..." He hears, his mind a growling fear "You came to tell me tales untold From far beyond approached anear Your eyes a tortured begging tear Benumbed, and sad, and old... Be tell me... pray..." ...beyond her eyes A whisper barely born by wind Says... "...daughter have you, sweet and wise, Befit of kingdom's richest prize, They sang, they loved... they sinned..." "What say you woman?..." roars the howl, In bleeding eyes a qualm persists As in a thunder's cloud of scowl Through bones a thousand terrors growl Till mind, till heart, till fists... Her voice is rent, her manner queen, "He sowed her seed, in mornings two The seed will nest then sprout unseen, The ancient curse then wake to glean The world, the kingdom, you..." "She but my child..." "He but my son..." "Accursed the curse and witches' way Why can the curse be not undone And paths to life there are but one To cut, to kill, to slay... You parted way... you knew..." "I tried, Yet wheels beyond my meager art Rolled fate's old carriage undenied As passing time unswerving plied My wish, my chest, my heart... The curse awaits on nimble feet The end of time is drawing nigh We two, a lonesome fate must meet, My son... your son, your daughter sweet Must wane, must perish, die..." The bellow twines a piercing wail... "Be gone you witch... I do... my men..." "Be fool you not... his sword can sail Through hundred chests and leave no trail..." "One thousand?... seven?... ten?..." "His army like the dust below, Your might... my spell... we bore this child, Your glaive can't reach him, nor your bow, He can't be harmed yet he ain't know, He's fearless, loving, wild... The only way... his kin of blood, His hand inside this jeweled glove Must wield a weapon green of bud And through his heart's thundering flood To run, to thrust, to shove..." "A kin of blood?..." "It ain't be me..." A jeweled glove drops to the floor... A mighty beast drops by her knee... She glows... "...my king you'll always be..." A sight, a flash, no more... * "My love, do wake... approaching hooves..." I heard them fore she touched my chest, The quaking thud through forest's grooves My slouching wolves and silent moves... From north, from east, from west... "Be up!... Be dressed!..." I skid to ground The flustered wolves scrap at the door "Be gone with guards... by way around..." She picks a sword with not a sound... Nears thunder, gale, uproar... "With you I stay, if this be day..." What fire burns inside her eye, That flicker leaping wild, astray?... "Sweet woman..." says I... "Hush... obey..." So hard, so tough, so shy... I burst the door to forest's path, The guards impassive, sword in hand, My wolves run yapping drooling wrath With eyes akin a blood thick bath Wait word, behest, command... A sea of flames crawling this way The din breeds thunder, thunders soar The clamor swallows moonlight's sway As arrows night's dispassion flay With hail, with swarm, with roar... "Behind your guards!... Behind their shield!..." She slips inside the human cave No way that who of them will yield The way of arrows tightly sealed Come tide, come flood, come wave... The torrent nears of voices rough Of beating spurs in bleeding sides Of bodies dressing shiny buff And waving metal sharp and tough It pours, it nears, it slides... One hundred feet... the lancers rush I see the glint in grisly face The moment comes and spikes will crush A razing wall sharp iron lush And ax, and maul, and mace... "Forgive me mother, now again..." I pick the wand... I split the sky, I split the earth to yonder reign Asleep behind the curse of bane, I yell, I call, I cry... The gates to hell fall open wide The gates to fields awake in bliss To worlds beyond of human stride Where ice and storm with suns collide, To dark, to light, abyss... The horses bolt... a mass of grey Infests with ripping fangs the ranks And screams and groans and growls of prey As from the sky winged horns at slay Cut front and back and flanks... Sharp arrows whisper death in wake Through bone and flesh red muzzles shear As flying hooves through armor break Invades the field a crimson lake Of blood, of grief, of tear... My pain insane, the slaughter wild... "My love, mount Lilac!..." "Not alone..." She grips my hand... oh... as she smiled Amid of slaying still a child Through fright, through dare, through moan... My eye sparks sharp, I take her hand And mount the flapping giant beast The wings beat up from warring land She turns... her lips on mine leave brand, The quiet, silence, mist... A bow strains tight with master art A cord escapes a jeweled glove And as my lips from hers depart An arrow rips a triple heart My horse, my chest, my love... A king kneels down and curls to sleep As gates to worlds begin to close, Upon a hill thick forest deep Wild flowers share clear dew and weep, Sweet lilac, daisy, rose... * I do remember dreams in green, And traces red, a sliding aisle... I close my eyes, now I'm unseen, I wonder where these dreams have been Your sigh, your laugh, your smile... I lie awake... when did you glide Inside my mind to take my sight? The bird has turned a blushing bride Forever wishing at my side For song, for rhyme, for write...

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Dialogue, Pensively Wait for me around the corner Time I shed my human skin Tattered ribbons through your morning Whistling tunes of burning sin, Make my skin your house of worship Feed it shivers tasting wine, Let your fingertips carve prayers On the altar of my spine. Leave your door with evening open Time my blood soaks into dust Failing flesh upon the boardwalk Reaching for enraging lust, Claw my flesh with screaming hunger Drown yourself inside my folds, As my lungs spit drenching fire Round my curves your body molds. Slide between the satin covers Time my bones from marrow part Splinters piercing careless petals Soothing love's demented heart, Crush my bone beneath your armor And my innocence invade, Conquer ribs devoid of glory And the silk of molten shade. In the soft inveigling darkness Time my shadow turns to naught Curve your chest into the limelight Be your breast my dying thought, By the fading light of reason I shall peel away all doubts, In my chest your seeds of passion In my breast wild fire sprouts...

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Passionate Moments, One in collection: passionate moments In front of me Upright, hands clenched to your sides inert, eyes closed, The sun hiding behind your head... Yours the aura or his? You are damn aware you wear this thin cotton dress Tempting suns, tempting me, Crazed rays craving for your skin peeling away the fluttering layer Illicitly competing for your body's favors with my hands And damn them... winning... I watch your outline, From the soles of your feet up... where did the last shreds of decency disintegrate As my eyes climb hungrily, greedily, from your ankles Up your shins, knees, thighs To finally burry themselves inside that crossroads junction Where thigh and thigh and belly meet And shameless rays' bouquets trace against the white cloth leftovers Shadowy pictures of soft undulating silken strands... You did not warn me you were bare skinned underneath... I lay my hands on the top of your head, Caressing slowly down the sides of your face, Avoiding your biting mouth as further down my thumbs hook into the thin straps And pull... strain... tear... The dress falling to your feet The sun beating hastily in retreat Claws hooking into my back Soft femininity cutting into my chest Treasures forced upon me Insatiable As my puerile humanity learns the terrifying lesson of passion's birth, Desire, And endless, unimaginable, love...

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Passionate Moments, Two in collection: passionate moments How did it happen... the magic?... Waking up one morning a mountain spring Wild, cool, refreshing, Rushing down the mountain's entrails Past frightening precipices Dark caves Rolling boulders Gulping ever growing distances Singing mindlessly, screaming with glee... Halting... suddenly hesitating, wistful... was this the magic?... Was it your foot I met at the bottom of my fall? First a big toe, stalling the inevitable, Shivers cutting through its skin as it touched the chill of my surface Touch... bounce... touch... Then the rest of the family, slowly, toe after toe after toe... so many of them, Sinking in the soft bed's mud as I penetrated between each and every one of them Hugging every tiny skin fold, every crease, Every involuntary dimple and obscure scar... Refusing to roll on The gods of physics impotently raging at my impertinence As I swirled and twirled and whirled Trying to impress with my sobriety the flexing piece of flesh wading in my midst While eyeing enviously the low bank hosting the rest of the family Gliding silently above the softly undulating grass My envy subdued only by the ceaseless swishing tickling my liquid insides... Swish... swish... swish... When did the magic touch again?... was it when it joined reality?... Was it when your other foot joined its twin to happily trot alongside my smoothness Heavenly turmoil turning my insides heavenly murky And before having the time to clear my view Dresses flying, silk tearing, laced desires burning a steaming trail inside me As a heavenly form attached to those heavenly toes slides into my embrace Sanctioning my shameless impudence With my millions of fingers engulfing its secrets Invading its depths Soaking underneath its fingernails Dressing in my boiling blanket those heavenly mounds of soft rippling flesh While a voice incessantly gasps in my ears... fire... fire... fire... When did it never end?... the magic...

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Passionate Moments, Three in collection: passionate moments She says, Pinch my cheek and bite my nipple, Feed my passion's budding ripple Torment laced with diamond wire Whispers reaped from sunset's quire Seeping fire... I say, Seeping fire Raw desire?... Let your nipple nestle tamely in my mouth's bucolic haven As my tongue shepherds it gently long the ivory rich ley Torrid trills of ebullition pouring from the lonely maven Falling prey to fascination trailing reason blown astray... She says, Comb my hair and claw my shoulder, Depth my flesh green apples smolder My forgotten orchard's litter Soaked in lust's pervading glitter Sweet and bitter... I say, Sweet and bitter Hunger's titter?... Let your shoulder shed its virtue in my linen's snowy ocean Guided by my fleeting fingers on a quest for hidden runes Sliding under satin ribbons wrapped around your shy emotion Decomposing into eddies gliding long your valley's tunes... She says, Touch my eye and rip my beauty, Be my pain your endless duty Taunting lips with thin cuts seeding Drought with chunks of sunshine breeding Ever bleeding... I say, Ever bleeding Softly pleading?... Let your beauty raid my daylight as I suckle storm unending And my bones inhale the timber of impending tidal waves Sooths the gale my nascent relish flesh from flesh most kindly rending While you sow your feline splendor in my mind's impassioned caves...

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Colorful Fantasies Cup your hands, Press your fingers tightly together, Look up at the sky and stretch your hands in front of you... Listen... Do you hear it approaching... the hush? Changing into the rustle of autumn Then the whisper of zephyrs Then the flutter of wings Cascade Galloping thunder As the brittle of rainbow disintegrates into millions of streaming stallions Autumn colored Zephyr sleek Butterfly winged Neighing their way like a painter's spewed aquarelle Circling the sky Then descending vertiginously your way And with no hesitation flooding into your cupped palms Soaking into you Absorbing inside your skin, Your bone, Your marrow... You sigh... You open your eyes, Touch the last of the colors to your eyelash And smile. Oh... those colorful fantasies playing havoc in the twinkle of your eye And the insanity of my mind...

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Passionate Moments, Four in collection: passionate moments Lay your bed upon the ley...       Wade inside your morning clutter       Wearing ribbons sunlight thin       As the dandelions flutter       Dying softly on your skin... Pray a dream of falling prey...       Wear a crown of wheat and flowers       And a ring of words unsaid       As my hungry mouth devours       With your breasts warm crumbs of bread... Steel your mind, my reason steal...       Lean against a broken boulder       Trills the lark your morning stream       As a star upon your shoulder       Drops exhausted in its dream... Peel my soul, and hear me peal...       Wanes the sun's distressed reflection       Sinking drunken in the sea       As your maiden soft perfection       Sinks inside my heart... and me...

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Horse Thief Three the horses in my valley Trotting long the wind swept alley Black the stallion White the mare Bay the foal like sunset's dare. Mornings breaking through the fences Streaming through my gate's defenses There my little Belle child glows Sugar clumps between her toes. Twelve her years this coming autumn Soft her eyes like shedding cotton Bare her feet And red her hair Green the blaze inside her stare. Watching her my hammer pauses And my eye for moments closes Flashing pictures Drown my mind Casting smiling seeds behind. Ticklish wailing joins the neighing Wild and innocent are playing As the horses Bite her soles Shrieking laughter gaily rolls, Humid nostrils fiercely flaring Hangs herself my Belle uncaring By the stallion's Swishing mane Mad a child on horse insane. Dies the tiny herd's soft thunder Tearing lanes of wheat asunder Getting lost Between the hills As my heart my Belle one steals. Late at night a trotting shadow Slowly glides from forest's meadow On its back My sleeping queen Sleeps her red and sleeps her green. I will lay her on the pillow I will let the swinging willow Bless her life And sing her sleep Let me smile and let me weep. Days uncounted by are going Blushing pride her cheeks is sowing Care is far And joy is near And her eyes sharp crystal clear. * Through my night's unbroken waking I can sense the windows quaking, Shouting voices Raving glee Crashing hooves on sprinting spree. Pounding fists demanding water... Glides my side my sweet Belle daughter Questions building In her eye As I smile her way and sigh. "Hunters from the hills returning Throats are dry and bellies burning..." Scrapes a match, A hissing flare Turns to yellow morning's glare. Young the knave and bland of manner Whips his scarf like kingly banner Nine his fellows Hanging way Hazy shadows in the grey. "Great the hunt... beg be forgiven, By the thirst this side we're driven, I will pay For drink and food, Yes, the hunt was mighty good." Honest words, a smile engaging... By my side a fury raging Tiny fingers Sharp as steel In my arm thin burrows drill. Snorting shapes in background linger, Points my girl a shaking finger Shakes her mouth... A gasp, a scream, In her eyes the pain agleam. Three the horses roped to wagon, Steaming like a wounded dragon Black a stallion White a mare Bay a foal like sunset's dare. Rough's my voice, in anger grunting "No offence, but this your hunting? Thought you've been To lion's den Yonder by the hidden glen." Laughs the knave and mild his ire "Riches is my one desire This one stallion, Mare and foal, Worthy are a lion's soul. City folks they've been appraising, Those will pay for farm and grazing And enough Of shining gold Left for joys in ways untold..." Laughs again... then forthwith waking Voice in sudden fury shaking "What the hell And all its blaze?..." And his eyes in anger glaze. By the horse... an apparition... Raves an awful premonition As I watch In frozen awe Pale a face in flames aglow. Swift the move... the blade is slicing... Breaks the cloud... the hills enticing... "No, my Belle!..." I scream, "Oh, no!..." "Horses thief!..." he shouts, "Men, go!..." Rolling thunder turns the fretting, Thick the trail of fear and sweating Flailing stains Of blazing hair Light up morning's chilly air. Pack the human hounds in chasing Bloodied spurs the valley tracing Streams a nature's Only child Fearsome sweet and fearless wild. Heavy in my chest the worry Turn my moves a lightning flurry As I mount My neighing mate Crashing through the stable's gate. Rips away my night's attire Crushing through the spikes of wire Streaks my horse Into the sun, Roars my heart and weighs my gun. Billows dust upon the traces, Rising sun horizons graces, In the distance Way ahead Growls the posse's beating dread. Cuts the stretch and getting narrow, Likes my horse a loosened arrow, I hear voices Coarsely yell Curses raining spelling hell. Further on... the fleeing figures, Deep a crease my face disfigures Three the shapes And flailing tails Boding dark my mind assails. Up the hills and down the hollows And the angry throng still follows Ever nearing... Lashes crack As the foal starts failing back. "Belle, oh, Belle, what is your doing? In your mind, what thoughts are brewing?" Seeing her Slowing the pace With a queenly childish grace, Turning sharply left... oh, madness, Am I doomed to crushing sadness?... Galloping Towards the ridge Rough of edge and bare of bridge. Halts the pack its chase aborting Frothing horses loudly snorting, On I'm rushing Dark my fear "Belle..." I cry "...please do me hear..." Mounts the sun's red ball of glory Shapes invade its fire quarry Lifts her hands My little Belle, Glides the world into a spell, Onwards racing, onwards flying, Morning's skies no dream denying, Black a stallion White a mare Bay a foal, and Belle the fair... Past the ridge, then past the edge, Wingless shapes warm skydrops fledge Hush... the quiet... Fly, oh, fly, Past the world and past the sky... Crazed with pain and mindless screaming As my blood from eyes is streaming I return Galloping by That young man who's bound to die. Jumps my gun and aims his eyes In my voice loud cracking ice "Part way now, Come never near, Or your soul in three I shear..." Never looking back, descending, The ravine my hell unending, Down beneath Between the trees Blood and pride and singing breeze... Not a sign... no mark... the thunder In my heart turns raving wonder As I cross Ten times the path, Calms my chest and dies my wrath. I regard the sun unblinking Fire bearers visions sinking, See I wings?... And see I shapes Shrouded by red velvet capes?... * People never come that valley Where along a wind swept alley One black stallion, One white mare, Foal and girl, a legend share. Weeks, then months, then years uncounted On my horse unyielding mounted I will rove, I'll never cry Till I find my stairs up sky...

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Moods, One in collection: moods Minutes like hours, Hours like eons, Nothing in between except sea Waves praying languidly against my feet Hugging, clinging in adulation Only to die of exhaustion between my toes short meaningless moments later... So rich the cemetery... A baby egret lands on my outstretched hand Palm up Sand grains filling it Its beak searching noisily for food between the grains Pricking my skin Refusing the taste of my blood Clicking sounds like pebbles on a tin drum... does it talk to me egret words? Do you talk to me? Do you know my love where is? Funny its talk, syllable by syllable... Your-sweet-love-is-pic-king-flo-wers Way-be-yond-the-sea-weed-sho-wers Tas-ting-kis-ses-strange-of-mouth When-the-sun-goes-set-ting-south. You make no sense, I laugh in my mind, what showers, what kisses strange, What south? Does it read my mind or do I read its mind? It jumps to my shoulder, picks a grain of sand from underneath my eye Dips it in my mouth and swallows it. When-the-time-its-mo-ment's-bid-ding And-your-mind-dark-moods-is-wee-ding I-will-feed-her-seed-of-mouth When-the-sun-for-gets-the-south. Shoo away... I shout angrily, not understanding a word, Stupid bird, Fly!... Waves, sacrificing their lives, Digging the grave to my feet with the last of their foaming breath Sea, my only friend, sacrificing sons and daughters Eternal rebirth, eternal death. I lie down Invisible streaming patterns soaking me in As sand eagerly sweeps down the edges covering my ankles, Hands, climbing upon my chest, Baby crabs taste my flesh scurrying away in disgust Of human, weak, pale, Why does the egret return Hiding me from the rain, the hail decorating my sinking body?... It drops a pearly knob on my forehead before landing... It hurts, I scream. Hunt-a-knob-a-shirt-is-mis-sing Pain-of-grain-of-mouth-is-kis-sing Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait-of-mouth South-of-north-then-north-of-south. A flap of wings... gone... I get up, The water sliding off, the sand sliding off, the clothes sliding off. I open my fist and look at the pearly knob, A short piece of thread hanging from it, So many colors to it... green and red and green and read and... My mind suddenly clear, My sea suddenly a path, I start walking, I better start since the walk is so long. I have a shirt to find.

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Moods, Two in collection: moods The night denies its maiden grace to sun's impassioned flare As coiling snakes of liquid hell descend to ocean lair, I glean from linen's wrinkled skin your lingering perfume As senses questing moments gone sweet memories exhume... The desert sprouts sand flower beds and screams for loving rain Till pouring drops the garden wipe into a crawling stain, I sink inside your visions' den with fever's lure alight Till scanty hopes ungainly part and dies the sweet delight... The rose impales its budding heart upon a silver thorn And withers in the dimming pain of lover's parting scorn, I curl around the fading glow of dreams' forlorn domain And fingers reaching for your skin sweet passion's wake retain...

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