The Muse

I've met her methinks


much to my pleasure.


She arrived to inspire.


I plundered her treasure.

Unwritten

I am untouched.
Unafraid.
At your whim.

I am right where you'd have me:
Splayed out before you,
a willing sacrifice.
As much at your mercy
as you are at mine.

Wordless.
I beg
you to fill me.

Your hands gather me reverently.
Lowering your face to my center,
you breath in my intoxicating promise.

My ivory pages stir eagerly
under your regard.

I see the promise in your eyes:
No longer will I languish
unwritten.
You will me with words.

      Blade of grass glistens

Caught 'til Spring in Winter's ice


     Naught to do but wait

A Love Poem

I'd have you know that love surrounds you.

In your deepest despair and 

your greatest triumphs,

you are not alone. 

Never 

alone.

At times you may not be able to see through your pain

and your pride may hide it's truth.
Yet it is there.

If you could but take a peek, 

you'll discover you were not once left adrift. 

Someone's hand was extended,

inviting you to reach. 

Just reach.

It is evident in the kind words of a stranger

and the laughter of friends.

In the unending willingness of man to help his fellow man.

It can arrive,
a whisper on a warm breeze

or in a torrent
of emotion.

The good in the world is overwhelming.

The simplicity of love is stunning.

It's expressions innumerable. 

It can embrace you in your darkest hour

and encourage you to greatness.

It is quiet acceptance.

You do not need to ask for it.

You do not need to feel worthy of it.

It is already yours.

You are loved.

You
are
love.

Impatience

Without you, I ache

Fingers taste of completion

Need overwhelmed me

All Over You

Your whispered words
expose a need so raw
I'm left
vulnerable to your charms.
I melt
into your hands
a honeyed mess.
You've gotten me
all over you
as your attempts
to savor
only serve
to liquefy my defenses.
I cannot deny you entrance
as you unfasten my soul
with your hunger.
You reach in
to claim my heart
yet find your own,
so deeply have I taken you
into me.
You melt
and I'm
a mess.
All,
over you.

Talk Me Down

Talk me down
or catch me.
I am on the edge
of loving you.

Fate

Had you never graced this earth,
ne'er would your Fate exist.
Your dreams would pass unrealized.
Your potential lost to mist.


Rain could not caress your face
to wash away the tears.
Laugh lines would never frame those eyes
to testify your years.


Your love would wander aimlessly 
in an ether so unkind,
unfulfilled for all eternity:
The beauty of your mind.


No solace could you offer,
if you never were.
No home to fill with happiness.
No heartache to endure.


Sunshine would never warm your flesh.
No child would you hold.
On no lover could you bestow your touch, 
if ever you felt bold.


All colors merely shades of gray
without you to set them free.
A sweet voice condemned to silence 
can not sing life's melodies.


But Fate has secrets not revealed,
your story still unfolds.
You'll write the final draft yourself
as Fate is yours to mold.

Moonlit (an Aubade)

Reckless moonlit passion

burns so very bright.

As two young, earnest lovers 

allow their fancy to take flight.

They are lost to any decency .

Maintain no common sense.

Of restraint there is no attempt

at misguided semblance.

They revel in sensation.

Unmindful. Time draws nigh.

Nature’s trumpets blaze the dawning.

She hears nothing but his cries.

Awareness stirs, she starts to feel

her wayward dreaming slip away.

Satisfaction lost like stars of night

to the stark reality of day.

“I protest!” She shrieks toward the night

“To leave me in this state is wrong!”

She turns to find her lover, but

like the night, he’s done and gone.

Poetic Exsanguination

I’ve opened these poetic veins
that you may taste

words

made of my deepest desires.

Words
made of you.

Their sticky sweetness pooling on the floor
in
one last aesthetic cry for your attention

Bathe yourself
in the warmth of my consciousness

Devour my essence
As it runs hot
down your arm

Licking my final verse
from your fingers

Such madness is
beauty
at it’s end

Cold passion remains

naught but a pool of words
that no longer speak.

My Canvas

If the feelings that I feel for you
were ever to break free
and turn to colors that I could paint
on a canvas of eternity,

I'd color the borders soul deep longing.
The background endless sky.
The earthen bed I'd passion stain
the warmth of sunset's sigh.

The flowers, each and every one
petaled hues of my caress.
Moonlit dreams would tint a pool
of spring-fed wantonness.

Your softly whispered kiss

as a landscape licked by flame.

The desire that I have for you

I'd limn torrential rain.

So vibrant as to steal my breath
is how I'd cast your soul.
Your eyes I'd color promises
of things I've yet to know.

If You Promise (A Short Story)

Certainly it could not be her beautiful face he was seeing, but the result of desperate yearning. A simple vision of desire clouding his reality. Yet, when the waking dream did not fade but drew ever nearer, he hastily stepped back into the shadows. His heart pounded mercilessly as uncertainty gripped him. She was so close now, he imagined he'd see the emerald green of her eyes if she would happen to look up. He could not just let his happiness pass him by. He rashly reached out to seize it. To seize her. He would not go another day an incomplete mess of a man. As soon as his trembling fingers made contact, righteous indignation boiled to the surface. His hand wound through her hair and he dragged her roughly toward his hiding spot.

Her terrified scream cut short as she came eye to eye with the man who had pulled her into the alley. Her slight hesitation of recognition allowed him the upper hand. Had he let go, she would not have moved. She was rooted to the moment, held immobile by his intensity. By the tangled emotions assailing her consciousness. She found herself thrust ungently against the nearest building. The cold upon her flesh unyielding as she was pressed into the harsh, unforgiving concrete. Blood welling in the wake of his carelessness, unnoticed.
His callused hand barely restrained as he gripped her neck making her nervous swallow near impossible. He would not lose her again. Could not without losing himself. He wanted to shake her as he recalled the way she left him wanting and the years of unanswered questions.

She had made him the promise of forever.

Her sorrow visible as she realized the years she has wasted with her impetuous desertion. This man had loved her. Utterly. It had terrified her and she ran without once looking back. Sobbing now, each tear leaving a trail of regret. Every shuddered breath an apology. She knows fulfillment begins in this moment. She is ready.

He pins her with the weight of his stare and snags the hem of her skirt. With a deliberateness born of pure intent, he begins to bare her, oblivious to whomever may pass.

Her eyes flutter closed, she knows naught but passion. The cool air replaced by his hot breath as he is brought to his knees.

Regret now a foreign feel as she lets familiar sensations flood her.
There will be no running away. She will fulfill her promise.

On Display

My consciousness on display for you. 

Unadorned. Undisguised.

Exposed.

Your judgement,
like the blinding desert sun,
beats down upon me.
Merciless.
I do not cower under the attack.
I brazen out your silent derision.
Soles blistering on the blacktop of your scorn.
My soul.
My consciousness on display for you.

My Indulgence

Oh yes. I did it. It was me.
I have created this indulgence
and it is grand.
Pretty from every angle.
Rapturous to behold.
I've made it huge.
Possibly bigger than me,
though I doubt it.
This is the only way to create.
The more expansive the better.
Sparkling with happiness.
If my delightfully large
bit of enjoyment
is blocking your view,
you must make yourself larger!
Take up more space.
I will not crumple my design.
I will not crush a dream
or shrink my happiness in play.
It belongs to me and
I have made nothing tame.
It has teeth more likely to devour
than to nip gently.
What fun is fluff and nothingness?
Give me intensity over bland any day.
It may yet strip the dark from the sky,
it shines so brilliantly.
I polished it while whistling abandon.
It speaks simplicity. It is.
It was for my enjoyment, but I will share.
Are you big enough or will you be lunch?

In the Rain

I tipped this aged visage
toward eternity

Broken

Imploring the heavens

Open

in answer to
an old friend
thirsty for redemption

The remedy
rains down timeless

True

Soothes my
tattered reality

Returns to me my dreams

Each healing splash
blends seamlessly with
my tears
as they slide through the furrowed wisdom
I have bought
with my pain

With my soul

Heeding my sorrow
restoring me
so that I may once again

run

unhindered in rain

Lazy dream filled days.

I feel the lure. Heed the call.

I never resist.

I Am

I am your hope left unrevealed
The want that makes a lover yield
I am the pleasure dreaming brings
The heady power felt by kings

I am love your kindness wrought
The pride your perseverance bought
The Spring that waits beneath the snow
I am the promise you will know

I am the spark that sets the blaze
The playfulness that fills your days
The energy that drew you in
The decision made to begin

The intensity that you feel
The touch that makes your senses reel
I'm the moment you come undone
The welcome of the morning sun

The breathlessness in Love's first kiss
Freedom, abandon, recklessness
The certainty of what you know
The calm before the storm winds blow

I am goodness and endeavor
Your happiness. Your forever.
I'm everything you've ever sought
Without you though, I am naught.

Winter Love

Spread. Unashamedly upon the bed,
my winter white.
Frigid sunshine.
Stark light
accentuating the paleness
only long months in winter
can bring.

Wrists tug upon their bonds.
Toes dig deeply into quilting
long since tossed aside.
No imperfection hidden.

Your heated breath causing
shivers to texture my skin.
Passion stains me rose.

This season no longer dormant.
I know the rebirth of spring
in your winter love.

Haiku warms the soul
We must huddle together
and warm each other

Your creation. Your Angel.
You've sparked life out of naught
but longing filled dreams
and just look what you've wrought

A love that surrounds you
and all you behold
in a world where illusions
are meant to unfold

Perfection, desire
pure spirit of play
you've made in abundance
your own perfect way

Creation continues
How could it not
when one sees the beauty
your creation has wrought

Sweet and Tender

That such sweet and tender sadness
can come of breathing life, exhaling joy,
make the memories I've so cherished
that much harder to enjoy

Sweet and tender wanting
wrought of raw intensity and need
so sharpened all those promises
and caused my soul to bleed

That those memories once pure
are now painful to behold,
have no sway upon this wanting
as tender feelings still unfold.

Such sweet and tender sadness
wasted upon that cad
If it had been my money
'twould not have been so bad