Shapes

Barely perched

On the edge of function

Breaths ragged

Hitching

Words spread

Like spilled red wine

On the soft

Empty page

Fascinating

Messy
Shapes

Taken

I don’t want you
Today or tomorrow
Or ever or forever
I want you now
In the shadows
And secret dark places
In the aching and hidden
Corners and hollows
I want you now
Trembling and taken
Submersed in this insistent
Irresistible longing
I want you now
In the shadows

Exploring

It was lush and daring
During those days
Like the far off smell
Of burning wood
Or the feel of wind
Whipping at our
Hair and clothes

"You know me so well"

Its because I listen
Not just to your words
But your voice
The tones and breaths
The rustle of your clothes
And rhythm of your step
Not just to the sounds
But the hush and pauses
The way your body
Moves and responds
The things you eat
The way you watch
The things that fascinate you
Its because I listen

No Longer

Ancient fading ticking

Forgotten trains on ruined tracks

Ghosts of my once wandering

Sleek clocks and pocket watches

Marking the constant slip away

Clouds so ominous in the distance

Fierce this howling wind tearing

Collected indulgent reflections

Swept into the hidden darkness

Sediment

The sharp metallic bloody taste
Of this inevitable foregone conclusion
Like so much fruit lay waste on the
Late fall ground

In the secluded seamy underside
Of my often so cavalier exhibition
Like pale white flesh flush with
bruised red welts

Murky in this always ending
Of our delicious dark stain
Like the dregs of chocolate
Left behind

Adventure

My hands ache

To travel the naked

Length of you

This lingering hunger

For the primitive

Arching moaning

Response as I

Explore and discover

All your secret

Places

Gathering senses

Folds of soft cloth

In your pleasure

Clenched fingers

Tasting crushed

Berry trails

Running down

Your steamy curves

Searching the

Eager and elusive

Adventure horizon