for you

your flower
once I plucked
a succulent

the dew weeping
between your
parted legs

awakening
a buried love
for you

i carried forth
your scent
upon me

and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover

Sutures

the things that held us together
dissolved before our eyes
dehisced, we were exposed
shallow and unhealed
as the open wound we were

the truth of words and deeds

remember the story i never told you
cast in brilliant shadow
for all to see
a true picture
the essence of who i am

veiled as if to confound the seeker
the blind and the seeing
opened to you
a true moment
the essence of who we are

can you take these words
and the deeds preceding
available now
a true process
the essence of who we become

drift

the large expanse of us
driven by the wind
driven by each other
pushed into tiny pockets of indifference
as only we can do
we are powder
we are victims
until we are no more

take me there
until i see you
until i feel the way we really are
tumbling across a sinking horizon
as only you can do
we are golden
we are treasure
until we shine no more

gather the force of ages
to sweep me onward
to sweep me into you
the lone oasis in the waste of me
as only love can do
we are eternal
we are vapor
until we drift no more

bonne fille

this tear marks you as mine
moist. salty.
the piece of you i desire most
beaded. streaming.
the opening up of you
for me

tell me the things i love to hear
hate. love.
the emotion i rip from you
earnest. eager.
the things i use to strip you down
for me

you know i don't care as i slip away with you
down. below.
beyond these limits you've set
ignored. mimicked.
just another sacrifice
for me

without that look in your eyes
vacant. staring.
you know i can't survive without you
lonely. crumbling.
into the abyss of you
for me...

cherie.

Trust

is the dagger
honed not on one edge
by the sharp bluing
of the metal-smiths craft
but with the dull oxidant
of age and abuse
now used to cleave away
piece by piece
at the remains of what
still stands between us

gone, the fine fired steel
which carried us
all those years ago
leaving in its place
this blunt reality
we have come to know
and embrace together
our last stand
alone
a shadow of ourselves

i remember you

as the wheels hit the tarmac
just as vividly as when they left
blue sky, measured in distance and time
the meridian unchanged
ignored completely for you
even as this south-to-north
axis prevails

demure in your posture
a woman of want despite yourself
exposed beyond the Saints
you cling to and ask,
what has become of me?
this man who has left my side
i beg for again

we lay at night
in our separate beds
with the same words in our head
i remember you
like the dawn of tomorrow
and the moon of tonight
i remember you

purged

the pull of you
relieved me of myself
sending me tumbling
into this sweet abyss
i had overlooked

gone are the notions
that defined me
once upon a time
melding the given and the lost
as the potters wheel

spinning spinning
in the free fall of you
taken as i walked silently
blinded by it all
purged, to live again

Candyland

tomorrow my baby arrives
like no other
she smiles as i consume her presence
and slip into the void
left from the last kiss
so long ago

a counting meter, as a metronome
dictates the patience and distance
we endure as one
knowing only the endgame
without doubt or question
affirmed from the start

the sweet smell of you
precedes your arrival at the gate
like the entrance to Candyland
my senses subtly capture you
consuming every molecule
as my entry to your world

Spark

generally we sit and hear
that which we want to
rarely stepping out of bounds
as etiquette dictates
but, tonight is different

alive and aloud we share
the spark of this moment
the jukebox setting our tone
guiding us even
as if by hand to that place

you alive, me in step following
your moves as a novice
a stumbling attempt at living
refusing to fail
despite the trepidation we feel

tomorrow we will rise
like the sun of a new day
together, refreshed as lovers
charged with our own future
without the regrets of the past

we see for the first time
the promise of hope
like the bass and steel drums
running through our souls
which drove us to this place, enduring

tomorrow never lies

i led you to the water
where both of us immersed
and found ourselves emerging
as everyone dispersed
we stroked the moisture from our skin
the sun revealed our markings
of salt and sweat within

the sun reflects upon us
as a father to a son
and warms the hollow of my heart
and tells me you're the one
i asked you to remember
that which touches you inside
and let the words spill from your lips
leaving nothing left to hide

what if i said i love you

today i saw a shadow
and noticed it was mine
not noticing that its presence
was leaving us behind

we spoke in wordless glances
not needing words at all
and knowing that to continue
that darkness would enthrall

i left myself behind me
choosing you to take me home
allowing all the bitterness
to slip away unknown

a certain satisfaction
still mystifies me now
as letting go of age old wounds
like i thought i'd never know

it brings me to this moment
as if i don't know what to do
asking just a single question
what if i say i love you

a world away

as close as skin and flesh
but a world away
you lie under cotton linens
stretching to regain my scent
which i left for you
only a few days before
on the bare side of the bed
we layed upon

only time recounts the moments
that we left in disarray
in our hurry to consume each second
and recreate that which we left unfinished
in those hours in the sun
under the moon which defined us
as we glanced upon eachother
for the first time

i never left you
even as i boarded this flight
away from the epicenter of us
carrying us apart, momentarily
as only time and distance can define
despite the path we chose
as we walked along the water
in the Gulf of aquamarine

i don't know

the tender stare of your amusement
compels me to stay
if only to say i love you
and watch your sweet eyes
stare back at me blankly
assuring all i know as truth

i don't know you as others have
hidden within yourself you ask me to pursue
not as a request aloud
but as desire shown only in your eyes
the eyes i love to surround me
surveying my every move

soft

there's a place i know
where both embrace and grasp
are smooth as the silk weave clung to you
undenied, i take you there
knowing all the while
you are mine

not a move or a motion
deny my advance
as i slide from you yourself
standing still and willing
movement frozen in the space
i consume you

until you breath, i hardly notice
the pace of your quickening heart
beating into me as if mine
a slow sweet descent
into ourselves, as intended
at first glance

sand and sky

a smile and a sunset
before we knew the beauty of it all
layed out before us as a path
of brick and stone
meant to last and weather

you stopped for a moment
only to arrive again at the place you left
unsure, unwilling, and curious
drawn by the unknown
you arrived again at our start

taken by the sand and sky
you crumbled under your own desire
leaving nothing but yourself
exposed and confident as you are
only to be taken by a stranger of equal desire

upon the night

i remember a smile
as if nothing else mattered
despite our attempts to the contrary
the inevitable, our only outcome
embraced and distant only in miles
i smile for you again
in a voice, a tone, a whisper
as if you stood before me
like so many nights ago
under a canopy of light and dark
as stars upon the night

first timer

holding you without allowed resistance
i watched your every move
hands, open then clenched
your lips only sometimes in sync
with the squint i saw as your eyes
drooped and wide-eyed, you even sometimes smiled

the partial and barely audible
pre-moan of your opening soul
to a place unknown, but aware of
your start and stop in trepidatious measures
only melted you further
revealing you in weakening modes
aware and unaware in harmony

your neck rigid and arched
as you dig yourself deeper
with this perfect stranger
as the petal to the orchid
you allow your own unfolding
open and accepting to all he sees
releasing, for the first time, your splendor

nithchie

tropic of cancer
southern exposure
tropical sweet voice
scented like bougainvillea
growing lazily along
the country long fences

stringing me along
as a melody
in a foreign tongue
scented like jasmine
lying lazily beside me
the moisture ours alone

yielding and receptive
a vessel for my
never-ending interest
woven like the cotton
fashioned simply into fabric
taken along with me

red kryptonite

never would he see
the slight of hand by you
a dark pull into himself
welcomed, as if by design
by your nature alone

captured within him
a moment drawn upon
as not a weakness
but the ignition to the flame
he would bring upon you

turning only your neck away
as you smiled coyly
at your executed maneuver
to bring him before you
kneeling, as you drew him close