the hangover

X1

those mornings when i reach out for your hand
not awake enough to see you're not there
on pillow drenched in you my lips will land
my fingers twisting, looking for your hair.
enough to say your name i take in air
short and low i speak to empty bedsheets
my body head to toe receives your stare
as i look up, and wake, our blue eyes meet
you rake my skin and i can feel the heat
that crawls up inch by inch to plant a kiss
the taste of you is always summer sweet
your fingertips and my chest never miss.
Our undulating bodies offer bliss
sharing what's inside divine inspired
my tongue wont miss a dew drop or crevice
every thrust and twist makes me perspire
till you call my name and crave my essence
i'll surrender to your concupiscence

when after passion and our love is one
being good to you is never done

unwind

X

The darkest hour of the night
takes my hand and lays me down
i don't much put up a fight
lest i tumble to the ground

over grass and mossy head
round the leaves of summer's eve
mother night doth make my bed,
close my eyes, and give reprieve

press my muscles to the earth
let the weight of light decay
tell the world I've proved my worth
promise it another day

as a sigh i leave this place
asking night to close the blind
as we sleep now face to face,
i've lots to say.... but never mind.

end of day
let's just unwind.

the dedication of one's soul

1X
for my only fan

back and forth we send our letters yonder,
wishing just to touch each other's faces.
i can feel your breath, yet still i wonder
what exactly in your life my place is.
you complete my thoughts on daily basis
never do i have to seek attention
you demand at all times my heart races.
you know. i don't ever have to mention.
secret to your heart is the retention
of silly little facts we love to gather
acting out our jokes with awkward tensions
knowing in our world no others matter.
i'd apple pick and climb on up my ladder
plucking ripened fruit for you my soul mate
underneath the glowing sky i sat there
whilst humming us to sleep, we take escape.

and even though our world is fairly new,
I dedicate this soul and life to you.

Unfinished Sonnet No. 3

V111

I've planned our lives sans bitter ends
though nothing left do i control.
I've naught to lose so wont pretend.
I want your heart but need your soul

Under the sky i thank the night.
I wish for you and kiss the stars-
convinced you are why poets write
I know i am because you are.

Wish for me on glowing moon
shake it of it's starry dust
at the end of season's bloom
we will share our love and lust

world apart

V11

on nights like these when i am far away,
looking on the world from low earth orbit,
as nothing comes to mind i'd like to say,
tens of thousand things i'd rather forget
thanks to you, my role is never sordid
looking up to me from rocky beaches
when i see your eyes i'm thankful for it
writing instantly a hundred speeches
frozen starry night behind me preaches
continents ahead creep slowly under
learning how to live without you teaches
what it's like for lightning without thunder

counting seconds coming close together
we can survive any kind of weather

don't blame the lemmings

V1

once ring and flame do i thee wed--
a solemn oath, a vowing, read.
sanctified by holy creed
though thin as air is something said.

our garden blooms, despite the weed
that creeps beneath the choking seed
wand'ring tendrils strangle air
confusing further wants and needs.

the world with whom i have to share
now trapped within a thorny snare
no one knows how i'm deprived
of likewise love, respect, and care.

it takes too much to just survive
i strip my shame and feel alive.
off the cliff he made, i dive
off the cliff he made, i dive.

until the universe can fit inside my heart

V
for Federico Garcia Lorca

Keeping up in moon-lit effervescence,
champagne gliding up my body splendor,
our love making bioluminescence;
every word is poetry of candor.
Floating flesh sky-blue, surrealist render!
Tangled limbs will drown a lovers quarrel
wrestle from the depths a lavish spender
kissing neck (with teeth) ask looser morals--
Strip to flesh! Enjoy my body floral!
Thump my chest to hear my true resonance:
counterpoint beneath our stars was choral,
beneath my pen you took up residence.

We'll memorize our lives through canvased art
Until the Universe can fit inside my heart

shake off those winter woes

1V

It's almost March and I can't wait for Spring!
Dusted off my jacket cold and fading,
hung it on the hook to welcome morning.
Dawn, my shorts and button shirt were waiting,
Sunrise flashing diamonds over acres.
Arms akimbo, patiently debating:
letting kitty sleep or should I wake her.
Let it be the sun that she'll be hating.
Just like magic dull and listless meadows
jump alive as soon as solar mating
burns the surface deep, as sleepy head knows
waking at my side (but she's placating).

Watching Spring time break is quite amazing
life can once again begin its grazing

winter-sleep

111

Only when we go up north does snowfall
hang like pots and pans in mid-air flurry.
Cold fronts hit our cheeks like sky-high stone walls
made to keep out Mongols in a hurry.
Though the snow piles high, we shouldn't worry.
Igloo tunnels over roads we're mapping
keep the layer cake of ice we're buried
underneath from heating up and snapping.
When I look at you I feel like wrapping
up in years of memories we've gathered.
Quilts of snowfall coat us while we're napping
keeping us from harm and close together.

When, from dormant winter-sleep, we're driven,
Spring and Summer welfare will be given.

freezing into the wild

11

Snow laid on the ground like baker's flour,
the thinnest dust of white to powder all.
Feels like weeks ago the ground had flowers
and days since red-gold leaves declared it Fall.
Pictures can not capture this damask shawl
of puffy flake linked loose by frozen thread.
Words are only as good as I recall,
suffice to say the scene was quite sacred.
It happened out the window by my bed
propped up by my elbow I bore witness
to faded skirts of trees that could not shed
the tall cones of ice that struck them listless.
My bones, and branches, froze with winter's kiss.
The windows open to the empty air.
As I freeze into the wild I will miss
the feeling I get knowing I'm somewhere.

drowning in two inches of water

1

Even though they told me not to do it,
here I stand, waist deep, in darkest humor.
Looking to where sunshine has ocean lit
bright on eyes, shut tight, where light's a rumor.
Given, darkened glances make a tomb for
second chances, wipe the tears with care.
Sucking air in my lungs make a tumor
of life sustaining gas; I'll need it there.
Step by small step, with nature I will share
what so many people thought was nothing.
Now under wave, I give up all my air,
replace it with a salty mix that stings.

Glitter sun above whose rays blue shimmer
out of us, my soul's the only swimmer.