Ah The Dawn

the moving clouds

buddha puffs

of a slow conscious

scratched awake

by some yearning

for nothing absolute

but unreal

sucked out of a heart

of someone

once and never loved

sun stains

burns and blinds

i yield

and feel no more

splendor and the urban glow

in it’s journey the air skins itself

from the day,

breathe free and roam

away from dark fragrances

that have the stench of destruction,

many colored flowers fear the sunshine

and bee’s in waxen cells wait,

assassin’s claim the holy star

as low shepherds no more as minstrels

play,

ample breasted ornament of the night

gives blessing suppliante aid,

zephyr brings the bleaching draft,

youths desire lanky and untold

held in his journals all that is confident

and private,

cold fires again made him bold,

but from the ground comes an ultimatum

don’t let sorrow bear down,

juicy flood and promised kiss,

half willing freeway traffic unfurls time

as it becomes trapped by clustered vine,

nourished from her bed

lust a luxurious blaze under saffron veils

adds more fever to a new day,

petals had spread from the laden stem,

but those minutes had left ravished eyes

and new reality subsided under overshadowing

wing,

with it’s horrid glare

the air has revealed all

infernal dialogues in response

slow burn inhalation

configured eyes to a new movement,

she spoke in slow vowels

circulating in open mouth,

eyes glowing a feral green

yet the kiss had already happened

once between damp leaves

spring days continuity

for shoots to appear

that climbing rose found window frame

thorns to sleep

shark fin spikes pierce,

subdued

lain back she showed me lace

and mathematics

angles and weight distribution

glowing yet fragile,

i did not want to break

long porcelain fingers

with nails to delve

beneath soft flesh of my chest

and close about my heart,

she would now be more than a lingering

response

in these chambers

was a place i could put her for sure,

not on a pedestal or throne

but wicker chair

as she sat on now,

after the geology of contours , gradients

and folds

secrets of flesh i had known,

wisdom burned from her pores

spectral aura flare,

legs cross uncross

no more secrets

no more visiting other places

i had found

where i belong

When it Has To Be Right

ethereal light shimmy

protruded through pale drapes,

my aches as moving from bed

to floor,

mouth dry tongue stuck

and contorted,

folded into some origami,

a dream shelved

some fragments hinted

at a vividness by spangling

in my conscious,

today would be different,

all ideas of what would be

had silted and taken ferment

for me to sift and filter

in an abstract way,

and collect my thoughts and speak

ignore at the time the cacophony

of voices that had alternate advice,

she would be exquisite as usual,

the dragon of my yearning

would have to wait,

until that moment of coda