Roadside Pornography

She tried to clothe my abstractions
Dress them up all prim and proper
So I ran away
And on my way
Saw the sunset
Dripping off the roses
Lusty orange and pink seductions
Hanging by the roadside
Making love to telephone poles
For all the world to see
So I stopped to take a picture
And tried to write a poem
To capture the seduction
To clothe it in my art
Imprison it in image
Keep the lusty colors
Locked in my mind
And always in my heart


you writhe
your skin
beneath my fingers
sliding smoothly across

In You

borders of our flesh
allow me to touch God
my soul dances thru
to dwell in you
If I capture the precious words
I get to touch

New Reality

Echoes hypnotic
through mirrored hallways
Thoughts reverberate
forth and back
Returning always to underlying
drone of desire
Soundscapes create portals
to new worlds
new possibilities
new sensations
Layers and dimensions
mind expansions
Leave your fantasies at the door
Reality is alive
flowing sleek and slow and seductive
into my experience
Crept in
Captured me with a few words
That I will never forget

The Spaces In-Between

words and you and God
all I think about
and the spaces in between
the expanse
to get lost in
hold a tiny star
gathering perspective
everything and nothing
eternally enmeshed
in this small mind
it goes out and locks in
to this
seeking what it already knows
trying to find what it already has
and now it has found you
in there
alien spaceship
rescue mission
trying to find me
in the crevices
of my mind
seeking out the heart
that surely must exist
i set a chair
inside for you
have a seat and
make yourself at home
i’ve gone out to find myself
but i’ll be back

To Be The Moon

Behind your silhouette
One bright star
pretends to be the moon
The expanse of dark
Pulls my eyes
from your eyes
Looking back into
your pools
of limpid grey blue
Lips melt over mine
Staying here
in you
til December

Behind the Mirrors

When it opens in my heart and just sits there blue
and waiting for you
and you come in and offer yourself up
for the expansion

When it drips down over the side
holding you close
feeling your hard
sharing words to know you
the perfection of your flesh
speaks to my fingers

Shadows in the corner
if I get too lost in you

Sanctuary behind the mirrors
Just don’t peek through
til I’m ready
for you.

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