How far have I fallen from grace
when the blaze of our passion
is now remembered with an anguished melancholy
that haunts my waking days
and bites and tears at my sleepless nights
Is it a false memory
when I recall the times we did not deny ourselves
the pleasures of the flesh
Do I lie to myself
when I say our boundaries once seemed as endless
as the love we freely made
Tell me
were you the dream
or were you the dreamer
and am I little more than a nighttime shadow
scarcely remembered in the light of day
Untitled
Beauty cuts sharper than any knife
leaving a wound
that bleeds not blood
but the very essence of my soul
I Am
I am the whisper
the unseen specter of shadow and light
I am the fleeting thought
and unexpected shiver
I am the dream from which you wake too early
I am the song that ends all too soon
Let us return again to the water
to be reborn
to be swept away by the currents of sweet desire
I will be your ship
your safe and sturdy vessel
and you shall be the sail
that catches the wind
and dances in the air
Untitled
Mystery dies a sudden, explosive death
and is reborn into something greater than curiosity
the idle daydreams of naive children
are transformed into wisdom known only to those
who dare to eat the red and lusty fruit of wanton desire
Dreams of Desire
I have been taken by a dream
an untamed vision of time beyond time
a dream of surrender
and absolute submission to the shameless lust
of wanton intoxication
I fear not the fire that burns in my loins
the heat that courses through my veins
I will not run from it
nor tremble in its path
no, I choose to rejoice in its calling
and bathe in the waters of reckless passion
I choose frenzied capitulation
over death by denial of these dreams of desire
Acquiescence
The near silence of this room
seems odd and out of place
as if the pillows on the bed
have smothered and erased
the life that scarcely hours ago
was captured in your face
Who am I to hold you
to promises of the night
when our spirits coupled as one
and we held each other tight
until the vows were broken
with the arrival of the light
This is not about compunction
nor the icy sting of sorrow
neither is this a reading
for passions only borrowed
this is a quiescent, morning prayer
for the expiation of tomorrow
Question
If ever I should wake
beside you in the morning
and our faces meet
in the dawning light
will you turn your head
in regret and shame
or sweetly remember
a passionate night
A man and a woman
seeking solace and comfort
in the warm embrace
of a lover and friend
a moment of ardor
this trice of abandon
will it shatter our lives
or will desire transcend
Idle thoughts
on a restless day
like the pages of life
the wind carries astray
Rising
falling
blowing away
Raw
I am stripped naked of reason
bleeding
raw
engulfed in the flames of insanity
my body burns for your touch
and its need to be consumed
shameless in my desire
I stand defenseless
in surrender
a prisoner bereft
of all dignity and choice
willing to pay whatever price
it takes to have you
Pleading
I am calling
pleading
a caged animal
incessantly pacing
bloodied and worn
forever bound
to your face
your voice
...your scent
I am without reason
or sense
sleepless
bathed in sweat
I burn
ache
enslave me
ravage me
use me
I am yours
