amber

fog

hangs over

eye-lids,

clogs

drain of

brain-waves.

such sparks—

sudden

dry heat

electric

in touch

--ignite!

intoxicating

myrrh of

heady sweetness

beads on

skin.

kiss it away--

wonderfully

desperate—

ennui 

purged

straight out!

pound pound pound

(please ignore busy heart noises)

because

thumb rubbing

knuckles in

circular

ritual

-- spiritual!  

your searching eyes

feel

my soul’s

weight—

pray with me!

lift our bodies

towards

heaven,

--sacrificial!

arched back

aching upwards:

meet the

angels

as they touch

searing finger

to

holy lips!

air smells

of burnt malaise,

crushed yellow rose petals,

pureness

of soul.

the way things are

when

I

am with

you

&

you

are with

me,

there is a

sense of

cinnamon sweet

well-being--

it seeps

through the

floor cracks,

warms

my toes.

the light is

golden,

the impulses

of scarlet

heat.

we talk

of nothing

that is

of everything

and still

of us.

peace lays

gently

upon my shoulder—

with you,

I can

be.

I tell you this.

it is the highest

compliment

I have.

flesh

I step

onto

the bath mat,

feel each

naked toe

press its

own way

in.

Today,

I am

entirely

too aware

of

me:

the

space

my body

takes,

the air

breathing

around it,

a faint

body shadow

tracking

every move.

Breath comes

too loudly,

interrupts

sanctity of silence.

Bodies are

strange,

holy things,

soft animals

too easy

to bruise.

My fingers

are not

my own—

flesh is too

earthly for

the thoughts

pouring

out of me:

deep,

pure,

silver,

wonderings—

I am too

much

body,

not enough

soul.

purge

color

splashes

into you:

scarlet leaks

through

soul,

deep navy

soaks

brain bits,

lemon drips

on

eyelashes,

pink tickles 

toes,

emerald kisses

finger tips—

let it come,

drink it in:

you are one

with it!

write the letters

of celebration

boldly

on your arms,

retch out

bitterness,

let 

white bile

flow forth,

purge your flesh

of ennui--

get drunk on color!

gone are dark nights

of trembling

black,

weary gray,

soft brown

guilt--

suck color in,

swish it over

your teeth:

tastes smooth

as butter caramel,

smells like

spring lavender,

touch of

queen anne’s

lace.

strip off 

winter skin

deadness--

now

color

will

wash

you

anew.

For C

We dropped

humble words

like rain

onto

tin roofs

&

in the

mediating

darkness,

all was

beautiful,

all was

well

&

there was

warm acceptance

spilling

out,

over,

into

&

the shadows

greeted us

lovingly,

words sprinkled

like

lightening-bugs—

thriving

&

we laughed

into

the dark

tomorrow

&

we were

not

afraid,

for life sleep

greeted us

like old friends

&

we were

not

afraid.