HowlingPresence

Rippled, worn, creased shades throw shadows on my feet where I strain to balance yet never achieve sufficient understanding that these highs.... these tense, wearying guttural judgements, might in time subside..to reveal the weakness of the constitution of my mind... I swing up and down... with such ferocity Zeus and his throbbing bolts would envy the rapidity, the ruthless nature of my cursing tongue's ruling.... I move too fast so, you must move too slowly...... Unfair you should witness this jester traipsing the Tower's clap of light....

Perhaps something long and utterly profound is warranted here, but not so much as your arms entwined, your legs wrapping around me are warranted, called to give witness.... to our daily, and life-building love and appreciation of our particular and peculiar foibles.... you unplug things I've powered down; I leave the droplets of the shower to collect.... in a communal pool that will grow.... perhaps some mold or mildew.... But greater than those, or what we save the electric company, our passion for each other's way of being empowers us to let loose a bit of what we, when we were alone, thought were inviolate laws...... ....and i

Peas, cabbage, ham, bread, we eat to ensure a new year that abounds with goodness and grace Yet in my family photos it's your love I pray will chase me into the days and months ahead Our lusty promises spread like a banquet like a feast to sate the beasts of Vahahlla. We giggle, glance, steal fevered love at our first meal of selves shared as lovers.

So we come to find that words strain to share visions, hopes, tastes that strip bare the comfort skin to reveal raw nerves; Real, blood-life and breaths shared, passed from one lung to another him. So we come to find that we have always been here In this sex-same skinscape, In this red hued pulse of heart, of membrane upon memory; To share the pieces we have secreted from each other in prior lives and lonesome dreams. So we come to find That now is the beginning of always; That now is the force of my words seeking your mouth; That now we pant into our ears and necks the warm, wolf-breath that would Feed us along in the cold and forsaken f

You ask for a poem Yet, you ask for the world In words wrapped upon my tongue In sultry, gauzy webbings For how can my poetry practice its craft In light of the brilliance of your gaze That blinds out all reason Purging plans, history, stories Leaving only the needy now To push our hearts, our bodies into each other. You ask for a poem To move and to woo Yet all I can manage is to stuggle valiantly In the deepest sea of you Who have molded my heart, my countenance To match your look of longing, your self-same desire To feed itself. Is this a form of self-love, this loving of you? In taking in your stories, your past, your laughter, Do I

You Tailored, groomed, and soft. You Grey, composed.  It is You I envy in your peace. You are nothing more and nothing less than I want to become. Sitting there, across from me, I write of You. Yet, It isn't really You; For it could be any man assured, comfortable, and charmed. Years proved moving meditation -- With You closer to your core while I stare outside, yearning for My moment of Solitude--nourishing and giving. You-- a Buddha in this coffee shop Ella scats behind the walls while You Breathe in your peace. Sips serve caffeine revelations While you breathe out of place, I feel a call within And I  spiral tightly to a center where

Jewels wrapped in gaudy hope Belie the meaning true... Hearts clothed in masks aren't hearts at all, But rather Sophisticated Substitutes Forsaking, Blaspheming Reciprocal Nature

Ask me why Tell me how Share with me reasons Behind which you hide. The secret mirror, Distorted, confused, Reflects tears of wisdom in Dawn's morning dew.

Remembering things that never passed Living dreams which never last, So turns the Wheel of Fate Forelorn Weaving Patterns of Love and Scorn. Calls the day into the Night Awaken to stay Love's morning light