October 23, 2009
Field of Gold
Lead me to a place where joy
runs full free and unfettered,
where you unfold and we unite;
where time meets eternity,
suspends and turns in.
Allow me to illustrate all the little things
& how they lead me back to you;
the curve of your back,
the bow of your lips,
the softness you yield.
Our dance steps here, there, and back again;
you me you me you me you us
body to body, swaying together;
we spiral through a field of gold.
10.23.09
October 2, 2009
My Love Life
Combat boot treads digging into bare buttocks,
Cold eyelets tickling the flesh.
A moan. A sigh. A whimper.
Leather straps wound around each wrist;
Laughter echoing off stone walls.
A scream. A plea. A stifled sob.
Handcuffs, lined with black fur, dangling from a belt;
Hairy legs buildling up friction – burn.
A guttural growl. A silent ‘shit!’ A half-heard humming.
Barbs ripping through linen shirts,
Buried in unblemished skin.
A moan. A plea. A half-heard humming.
09.14.1993
.-.-.
Heels digging into buttocks,
Cold leather caressing flesh;
You moan, I sigh, we each whimper.
Leather wound around wrists,
Whips echoing off stone walls;
You scream. I plea. We both stifle sobs.
Hoists hanging from above,
bodies bent over:
Your guttural growl- my quiet ’shit’ -our half-heard hummings.
Barbs buried in bare skin
Rip through linen shirts;
A moan. A plea. A half-heard humming.
Revised 10.02.09
September 9, 2009
Passionist
I am a Passionist
living in moments of splendor
rich with texture-
sights, sounds, & touch.
I am biting into life,
for a taste of something new
and dream of swallowing it whole.
03.11.2004
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A Passionist, I live
among moments of sparkling splendor
textured with the interwoven richness
of sights & sounds;
I bite into life,
suckling the sweetness
of something new
& consider swallowing it whole.
Revised 09.09.2009
July 20, 2009
untitled
I’ve warned you of these moments
when I will be me more than when I say I will be.
and still, you don’t listen.
caught, i am:
between the here and the now-
somewhere between the
beyond & the recogning, beyond
the seductive space
you & I dwell,
& I wonder if you
can fill my longing,
my cravings.
-07.20.09
.-.-.
I’ve warned you:
there will be moments when I will be me more
than what I say I should be
Still, you don’t listen
& i’m caught
between the here and the now-
somewhere between the before and the behind,
outside this seductive space
you & I dwell
And I wonder if this is enough
to fulfill my longing,
my cravings.
Revised 08.29.09
July 20, 2009
These are the days-
When you are beyond moments of fire,
of thinking you will one day be-
this is the now:
of the days of water & fire & earth & wind;
when you prove to yourself what could have,
could have been; what will be.
Let this serve you well:
time passes & leaves us all
caught within
the choices we make and don’t make.
These are the days of our lives/deaths/
rebirths.
-07.20.09
.-.-.
When we move beyond these unbalanced moments
of thinking of what may be
we reach this here now
these days of fire, water, wind, & earth
when what could have been
is left for what will be.
Time passes
& leaves us all caught
within the choices
we make and do not make.
Here we live, die and are reborn.
Revised 08.28.09
June 26, 2009
In Time
When you call in those minutes of missing me
are you remembering the time of the two of us together
or the moments where we were one but apart?
Are we sinking entwined or drifting alone
and the time to end this has come and passed us by
without either of us noticing?
- 06.26.09
June 13, 2009
Intruding
private mine me now
hidden and buried
I’m layered beneath
him her everyone
yet you are outside
all of this, beyond
the touch of my smile
still you steal inside
past all defences
to sit beside me
and ask the questions
the others aren’t wont
to broach and call me out
on what I hide
knowing I cannot
lie to you.
06.13.09
May 2, 2009
Going on
How many will it take?
How many lovers, friends, students,
colleages, strangers hailed in passing,
before we realize it is the differences between us
that are what make us strong
and the similarities that bring us close?
.
I could go on
believing that to understand me
you must be like me.
.
I could go on
thinking that a past shared
is the only foundation for a future.
.
Yet it seems to me
that this would leave me standing alone;
can I expect anyone to have lived my life as I have-
to have made the choices I have made,
to have reacted in the same manner,
to have felt what I perceived to be truth as it was happening?
If so, only the reflection of myself- my shadow -can go on with me,
And I will be utterly alone.
- 05.02.09
.-.-.
How many will it take to go on?
How many lovers, friends, students, colleages-
strangers hailed in passing-
until we realize it is the differences between us
that makes us strong
& the similarities that bring us close?
We could go on believing
that to understand me, you must be like me;
could go on thinking
only a past shared can be the foundation for a future.
But wouldn’t this leave each of us standing alone?
Can we expect anyone to have lived life exactly alike-
to have made the choices we have made,
to have felt what we have felt, perceived the same truths?
If so- only our reflections, our shadow selves,
shall keep us company.
We could go on being the same, being alone
but I would prefer some company.
Revised 08.25.09
February 11, 2009
This Nothingness
Cavorting in a free-fall
without care for what surrounds me,
this weightlessness frees me from commitment
as I descend through thin clouds
and the sun guilds my wind-chilled skin.
This is the nothingness,
my untethered haven
where I retreat from the world-
where falling isn’t a fear
and landing isn’t a crash.
- 02.07.09