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I am like parched roots in the rain-
Urged to soak up, embrace,
Drink hungrily from the mercy of
A well of infinite understanding-
Your nearness inspires my spirit
To the sweetest of aches.

Where once these satine buds
Clung shut and tight, enraged
And teeming with fullness-
Supine petals now unfurl
Shy and lusty in their exuberance...

If I ever never get enough of
Shivers of sublime electricity
A feeling of drowning in
The vastness of intangible corporeal bliss...
Every glance is a frenzy of emotion.

It is never too soon to see you
It is never too late to langour
in the lush colours of love's aurora
Scattered with a random stroke off
The canvas of the heart's horizon.

A seduction fine as spiders silk
A heady fragrance that lingers
Long after you have gone
Reminding me that loneliness
Is a craving that now has found it's
Nourishment.

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If only I could capture
Like a child's glass jar agape and waiting
for the unsuspecting firefly-
The swelling, tingling
Eviscerating heat
Aroused and imbued from within
Like dry, dusty wick to livid flame
I would hold this beacon aloft
A proclamation to the world...

I am utterly enraptured
Magnetized, blood set a-boil
As if some primal part me knows
This sacred passage-way is now
Yours to wade so lovingly through.
Every cell anticipates the arrival
Of love's chalice at my lips
A wine that obliterates
And sanctifies the shadow of my destiny.

How, I think, could there be any High
Higher than this?
That which has been set ablaze
With eternal fire
Laughs in the face of mortality
I tumble free and unfettered, a weed run amuck
across the landscape of your
Eternal compassion.

I have never known anything to be
More worth the wait.
I am compelled as the worm to
Weave the threads of our umbilicus
Into a sacred cocoon-
And one day, that which has been carefully grown
Shall burst with the urgency of volcanic splendour
Into the most reverent of butterflies.

Thus we shall be carried aloft
On the back of the alchemical magic
That is the wellspring of our co-creation.

Infernos

Because you're far too precious to kiss-
The mind bends willingly to imagine
A subtle uprising of infernos
Infinitely flaming tendrils cleansing,
Revolting humbly and prostrated against
Shields of caution, mirages conjured
by the mind.

I want to hold each moment tender,
With reverence,
not too tight-
When handling the rarest of birds
One must give it the freedom of flight.
All of me rejoices as the heart of you
flutters close
Like Icarus recklessly hurled toward the light.

And just when I dare to ponder
In moment's as brief
as the shift between the tides,
The searing heat of grazed skin
Ghostly effigies exchanged between
Enraptured gazes and the throbbing of heart strings
A tsunami threatens to engulf me.

For surely,
as sensed by the inner compass,
I would die blissfully to be brought within
All other universes would cease to exist
In a gentle surrender
This clay yearns to be shaped by those hands
And offered lovingly to little death's kiln-
A vessel intended to cradle the heart.

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With eyes like limpid oceans
crashing with heaviness
Near the precipice of twin black holes-
All of my meaning is absorbed
In this grateful abyss
and returned to me
Transformed.
In every sense,
I long to be as the vine
Twisting, stretching-
Wrapping myself about
The nearest branch
Extended in empathy-
Turning my body towards
The sustenance of your sun.

Lost.

For what is tenderness, if not an echo
of the way you make me lose control?
A warmth that surpasses all rigidities
And trembles at the very heart of who we think we are?
I. am. not. in panic.
This loss of control is deliberate...
Your gifts are not something I need to own.
The tangible and ephemeral shimmers at the edge
of where our realities meet-
Like mother of pearl caught beneath the waves.
The fleeting fear of falling into you
Is quickly surpassed by my desire to
Jump and let arms and legs go slack, akimbo...
I feel so much
I care not if I should hit the ground.

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This painting is one I did when I was trying to describe how it felt to melt into the chaos of freedom...the result is a fluid expression of my emotional landscape.

an absence.

And as you sat across from me-
One of your eyes looked empty,
wanting,
slightly malnourished.
I realized that I want to feed you.
Drip by drop,
Until replenished-
the light from your soul's eye
Echoing back a recognition
of the rich emptiness between us.
Would you accept this?
My offer to cradle you past
the boundaries that once divided
so painfully...
Or would you turn your face away,
Laughing nervously,
Knowing,
And afraid that I can see through
that veil you call
Serenity?

all we can do now is wait.