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The Worm

are you acquainted with tales of tenderness?

voluble versions of vulnerability

from the pen of one

once a child

who would stoop for the lowly earth worm

on a perilous concrete passage

returning him to lush, moist loam

ending such an errant, wayward roam

..

what would you do with him?

alter the cadence of your stride?

..

and what of me?

for I am in your path

and the day is warm

offer me your shadow

there, a soothing darkness

or

threaten me with careless boot?

i’ve crossed such paths before

lulled in poikiloform torpor

..

no, gather me

my annuli traverse your heart line

your palm sensing shuffling setae

tender me to your love…

in tepid torpor, on soporific soil

tangling in such terrestrial toil 

Paradise

how can i talk of the night

when you blind me with moon

and star pierce my sight

when you tarnish my gaze

with firefly bright

an erratic flicker

pinpricks of light

..

Enchanted

..

how can you tempt with diffident day

soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway

in promise of heat, dare you take me away?

..

dreaming

..

of sand and temptation in turquoise seas

our luxuriant skin

under tropical trees

Frame

every time you tell me a lie

another tile falls from the temple of trust

and blunt fingernails trail

along the rough mortar of my insecurities

what can we do to rebuild the precarious frame

of filigree fractures?

a teetering, deceit infused structure

a child’s dollhouse of

faded pastel plastic

attic abandoned

a sandcastle askew

in the path of a solo beachcomber

tripping at dusk

The Code

O fickle love

your fingertips part my preposterous notions

as spring petals dampen with oleaginous dew

my tongue traces in cursive flow

all the curved secrets: sanctimonious you

..

for words merely gather the solitary sighs

of a craven collective myth

constricting with bind of twine

to tether wrists forthwith

..

with eyes closed

i discover your truth

raised braille on cool skin

conveys all to me

messages you dare not speak

are fierce textured, transparent

and eyelid fluttered morse code

–  – – – . . – – . – . …. / – – .

says, come to me; run from me

let that time arrive,

when we shall be…

Ink

you find my words at their crumbled end

powdered syllables tumbled

from cracked lips

smudged ink stains paper

flecked with fools’ gold

mordant mildew and dank mould

you open your mouth to speak

and the air is winter

forming icicles of perennial

participles

going, going, gone

i hear

and the sharp nib scratches

as ink runs clear

Cream

you are the warm milk

i  cup in my hands

and raise to virgin lips

pursing to pure white

our moist milky way

dampens the night

..

copper sky

soporific stars

..

and

the creamy opulence of you

by flickering eventide light

fecund fingertips bestowed

with nocturnal sight

tousled, tantalizing, tumbling

into me

and beyond us …