Mood Music

If I could play music
from the tracing of finger tips
as they slowly follow
the contours of your skin...

A song of spellbinding sensuality
would fill the air
stroking your soul
with the magic of sound...

Hugging To Home

Upon a ship left
black sail high,
burns the time
that's left behind...

These, the leaves
to infinite days,
roll now comforted
in brand new ways...

What's new is old
like coming home,
where rest is like
living
and giving, held
in cradle, once again...

Born to tomorrow
now energy kin,
loved upon a mile,
kissed within a see
traveler upon
perfection
now free...

Kindred

Before my bones
were strung up
like kinetic sculpture,
I began tracing
his eclipse...

A static pulsar
radio frequency
in the thrum
throttle
thrall
of the great dance...

Like an owl
with a rodent,
he had swallowed
himself whole...

Spitting out tiny skeletons...

Each finding
unique time signatures
of their own...

Adding dervish beats...

Harnessed
to the guile
of the moon...

They bend
now and again...

To plant spirals of teeth
in the damp
soil of fertile decay...

I watch in fascination
as they grow
little green shoots
with tiny transmitters,
already humming with energy...

Fueling
the concentric circles
of relativity.