upon my return to you I will ache for sustenance I will search it out like a bee to a flower coaxed by pollen magic dust to keep myself going to keep us all alive nourished as we slowly die

Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly   loosing its red to my tongue.   lingers on my tongue.   my tongue wants more.

    Alone in the luminosity of its beginning clarity Poignant spirit hidden from within acknowledging Moving images of new morn serenity A reality worthy  living lodging   Solace of encounter engraving A returnee of ages serenading New possibility never aggravating New movement song sings…

Waiting for you to hit me feels like an eternity.   I know it’s going to happen, I just never know when.   I long for the type of eternity where my heartbeat is replaced by stardust.

Earth— your tongue— flowers bloom   Fire— your body— engulfs me   Water— your kisses— quench my thirst   Wind— your touch— makes me feel

I can stare down the most ferocious of beasts. Ripping splinters from my hand is as painful as swatting away a fly. Why is it then that when a woman glances in my direction, My knees become so weak? Is it out of love? A…

The string we shared was a thin one, little steel cable, shimmering in the glow of bliss, and even as our days grow dark, I can feel the string pulling me out, pulling me in, though you’re 2000 miles away, I can’t help myself, I’m…

You see yourself above me, like wind in Starry, Starry Night. You see yourself as my support, the earth, dry and warm, You see yourself as needed, life giving water, quenching my thirst. You see yourself as passionate, with a fire dangerously close. I see…

  At night I lay awake, And the floors start to shake! The doors start creaking, And the walls start speaking, As my chest truly aches.

Sometimes love is like water over stone. The precious memories we have gathered up and made our own lie quiet and still like small, cool pebbles in each cupped palm. Then love, like water, trickling clear across the skin, washes the surface of each small…