I wear you like silk

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

I pull you over me

Like a silk sheet

Cool skin growing

Warm with a touch

Soft on every part

As I move

This sleep we sleep

That is not sleep at all,

Shakes us at every turn,

We making and remaking

This bed we lay on

Finding excuses

To ruffle it,

I feel you around me,

Tight the way

A glove is tight

But it is not a finger

I press inside,

Easting in and out,

The ritual that wakes me

And also puts me

To sleep,

As potent as any drug,

We strolling leaf-strewn paths

In our own waking

And in our dreams,

Hear the hoot of trains

That have long ceased

To come this way,

Leaving only the soot

Of their passing

On dark tunnels below,

For us to explore,

And the soft touch

Of silk around our limbs

This pace we exist in,

Real and unreal

Made up each morning

By the made service

Of our rational minds

To become ruffled again

By passion that has

No reason,

Only ritual and release

Pink

I dream of flower petals

The soft stroke

Of tender fingers

Across my brow

Or cast across my path

Like pink snow

I ache for the just turned leaves

Autumn’s lips

Tips dipped in bits of red,

I ache to kiss

I live a Wizard of Oz life

The scared man behind the curtain,

The cowardly lion

Stumbling and bumbling

Through a landscape

Of Freudian slips

Over which I constantly trip,

Never able to say

What I need to say

When I need to say it

My head so full of haze

It might be cotton candy,

Or the faded pink

Of a faded movie,

With me

Always aching in mid step

To stop and dive deep

Into the midst of pink,

To spread it

and taste what

Lay beneath,

To kiss the red tips

And tender lips,

Each pedal a special gift

Too frail to touch too hard,

But I always do,

Me, lost in this maze

Of my own making,

A bumbling, tumbling

Head of straw

Knowing my brain

Can’t cure the pain

A metal man searching for a heart

That is already broken,

Each joint stiff

With the fall of rain,

And still the pain

Comes, the ache pounds

Inside me as if I am trapped

Inside my own chest

A phony wizard

Needing to drown myself

Once and for all

In pink.

End of summer rain

The water drips from your chin to chest

And I lick it up,

The rain drenching the world

With its cool touch,

And I need to taste

Where each drop goes

In order to know it,
I believe nothing I see

Needing to feel it,

Or taste it

Needing to take it inside

So that it blossoms in me,

Seeds carried at the core of it

The way rain drops

Carry specks of dust

Each bit a hint at a place

It has touched,

So I may touch it, too,

The taste of that place

Lingering on the tip of my tongue

Until I swallow,

All of it consuming me

This romance that devours us all,

One unable to consume

Without being consumed,

All this union, this push and pull

These drips of drops

We learn to know it all.

Rime or reason?

Sunday, August 16, 2015

I don’t know who you are

Lingering on the edges of my world

A strained violin note

Stretched out inside my head

Until I can’t think

Or breathe

Feeling its vibrations

Pounding up from the core of me

A stranger’s song

Reverberating

Until it becomes

An earthquake

I can’t escape,

A melody

With no rime or reason

I can’t stop

Humming

Sense of sense

(date unknown)

I weave my finger through you hair

It feels like water and I wonder

Why my fingers are not wet

This touch, a rush inside me

I cannot fully explain,

This need to feel it

Whenever I look at you

To taste it and to know

All there is to know

I kiss your lips and lick

It with the tip of my tongue

Tasting all there is too taste,

Needing to feel deep inside

So as to know exactly what

You really feel like,

Knowing that I can never

Really know you until I

Know you from the inside out

I lay beside you in the heat

The sweat dribbling from us both

As we breathe deep

I can see nothing in the dark

But I still feel you

And I still taste you

As we breathe deeply together

This sense of sense

Not at all lost in the dark

Though with my eyes closed

I still ache for more