some more from my "secret" bag of goodies...

Your Lips

When you kiss me
a river flows
through my veins.

When your lips touch mine
it’s an awakening
into another world;

dreams no longer
continue to be my sanctuary.

When I cry for love
I cry for you,
your lips;
salvation.

When I kiss you
my wounds are healed
and sorrow
evaporates.

I leap into your mouth,
and you bathe me with your tongue,
sweet holy water.

Blissful fountain,
eternal stream, I
am your
grateful
valley.

Assignment #14

Here is a poem I wrote about my friends and I when we were young, we'd go to the beach and just howl at the moon like wolves hungry for purpose and knowledge... tell me what you think.

Happy Holidays, or better yet, Merry Christmas :)

Séance

Here beneath the moon
I give to you my soul
To liberate from my person,
To set free to fly high
Above the clouds of perception.
I inhale you like fog,
Let you see inside of me
All the tangled confusion,
Overpowering reality of life
Left at my car door.
I walk on new land
Where the end of the earth lies.

Should I continue?

Only you will know,
As I drink you down
Until what I have lost has been filled
Or until where
Or who I want to be
Is here

Amongst this close conjunction of dear members
Who with me
Show no fear to howl at the moon
When we go insane,
Intoxicated with the thought of love
That knocks us over like tidal waves,
Which wash away all of our impurities;
Makes us real,
Makes me drown in what life ought to be,
A never-ending story of events shared
With my other selves
Who help me unite into one giant séance.

They come down holding my hand
Reassuring me that I will never be alone
Or speak to only myself
Because we are one in the world of immaculate stars
And will be placed in this sky forever.

Assignment #13

Introspection

I know what you mean when you
tell me you miss having someone
next to you, the warm naked body
you think will never hurt you.

I know what you must feel, right now,
alone, naked, filled with the desire
to smell the hair you loved so dearly,
like red wine or vanilla bean ice-cream.

When you tell me you feel sad,
incomplete, cheated of your favorite
thing, person, love, I know what
you must be feeling, contemplating.

When you tell me you are happy
without her, smiling like some mask,
a puppet with the strings clipped,
I know it is an act to protect you.

I am with you, I am like you,
I miss the same things, I breathe
foolishly empty air, I smile also
when I am sad, I am alone.

I am tired of love, afraid of its
pain, overwhelming persistance
on my memory, fading pictures
of past bodies, hair, and love.

You and I often forget to listen,
you live inside yourself, doomed
to argue with the heart and mind,
leaving friends outside your wall.

You and I are not alone, we have
each other, we are the you and
I of this lonely naked body,
a puppet with the strings clipped.