Ours was Once the Storm

Ours was once the storm,Violent and hot, frenzied thunder,How seductively you tore at the world,Disintegrating into raw color,Laughing into vicious whirlwinds,Sobbing into endless rains. The lightning chills remain,In the eye of the storm,The bitter tang of ozone,Still smeared across my lips.

Lest I Forget

Patio lounging. A muse in billowing silk. Arms bared, gentle breeze. Noon-sun sweat and wanton sighs. Breasts rise, hearts flutter. Garnet navel piercing. Hot. The darkest lipstick. Tapping fingers on the hip. Mirrored eyes linger. Her frown is always yearning. A glass of iced tea.

Dreams of Dead Machines

Milk-rust and rose petals, Flowing in churning streams, Through ancient forest clearing, Weaving infinite songs, Whisper sensual calm, For a broken War Machine, Which can no longer recall(lost so in cartesian spirals), until sleep once again gleams, Like a dagger of diamond dreams, sheathed in soft, sapphire silk.

midland summer days

I melt away,To be swallowed by dark soil,And sleep in long grass. Broken china cups,Behind a classroom bookshelf,Teatime for fairies. Creaking branches sway,As cool gusts drink the hot air,Leaves whisper thank you's. Girl taps out her beat,While Boy dances like a fool,Laughter in sunshine. Sweating on the floor,Arms and legs spread far apart,Fan spins above, … Continue reading midland summer days →

Ash

Paper leaves stirring,Creaking branches in the breeze,Spirit-bound, silent.

Summer Fever Fades

Summer fever fades,Into cool, red-hued autumn,Like my sunset dream.

Lunar Sky

Ephemeral lunar sky,Myriad mirror shards,Distant and cold,Yet broken things,Lost in listless voids,Always tend to find one another.

seasonal recollections

Vermillion leaves,Fall from pale limbs aloft,In death, true beauty. Gently falling snow,Turn harsh corners to soft mounds,All life to a dream. Smells of blossom-rains,And the playful wind-whispers.Let me go, lost days. Man-made fields gleam green,Baked into false-permanence,'neath Her mournful gaze.

midland idle summer

How many summers,Drinking deep of sun and tea,Will I pass idly? The sweat on my brow,And beading on my cool glass,Call to mind - Summer! Children out at play,Their games, so loud, annoying,Maybe I'm jealous. Summer brings to mind,Nostalgia, heat, and softness,Like clever lovers. The futon is cool,The air is hot and sticky,When does Autumn … Continue reading midland idle summer →

i cling

I cling to a yesterday,So far in the past,That it makes me wonder,If it ever saw the light of day.