The Sunset Hour

some days i watch the sunset

some days i am the sunset

so intricately woven

betrothed to a horizon

that slips away


oh elusive lover

let me sink into your serrated edge

solar skin pierced by rusty blades

hazy heat kissing the everglades

let me disperse the stratus mists

with promise of fleeting diurnal trysts


i’ll drape my golden along forest floor

amber the sands

leave mortals in awe

just meet me again

let us tangle, once more…


I wish…

i wish you love

that it exudes from every pore

stings with silken sweat

leaves you dripping evermore

from passion’s sweet pipette


i wish you love

i hope it gives you leaden feet

that shuffle to a heart’s skipped beat

weighing limbs with daisy chains

hinged handcuffs, steel etched stains


i wish you love

i hope it constricts your sapient breath

soft rigor mortis, stifled little death

agonies of old, bereft


i wish you love

let the permafrost now crack

reveal the fertile soil; buds of lilac

and welcome mine…


The Jester

the tendrils of time sink into the flesh of our everyday

my eyes dim, your saturnine words no longer hold sway

in the royal court of my favour


instead I choose the frolic of the jester

his humour shrouds wounds that now fester

hermetically sealed is the laughter


carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling


who then

is the fool facing the fool?

with wave of hand, a rustle of bell

this reign of fulsome affection

has damned us to hell




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if a smile was tethered to sounds

   tell me what you might hear

the music begins as lips curl

euphonious lover, gather me near

at first morning sight

a flood of adagio Vivaldi strings

by quivering frail light

a sultry songstress now sings

lips brush honeyed lips

glissando echoes, our fingertips

when our flawed bodies fold

wrapping, moistened layers of heat

an urgent rhythm pounds

to frenzied tango beat

afterward, when the melodies have ended

we mingle, nameless needs attended

in post orchestral contentment we lay

satiated, scherzando

dulcet smiles throughout this day

The Pond

when I plunged into your cool depths
i was not expecting
a plethora of flailing arms

i felt sure
beside a  cascading
waterfall, we might aerate
but tears, and other salacious secretions did us, then suffocate
and could not keep us afloat
such currents clouded, did gloat


the tears were diluted by pools of deceit
perfidious puddles
of past effluent did meet
the antagonistic algae, to form

a pungent crust

on this dark pond, of decay and distrust