For one perfect moment I turn to touch you with my lips I give you sweet kisses down making you tremble with anticipation I take you to the edge of a precipice— a teeter at the edge of a fall You cling to me but you fall in the rush of your sweet release cryingContinue reading One Perfect Moment
Black and White
There it was in black and white, the feeling that drove Sarah mad—old tingles that used to come in color when she was a teenager. But the passage into adulthood had clouded the rainbow with storms, her eyes searching with a half-smile for the sunlight behind the clouds. Marriage had been a shelter from theContinue reading Black and White
Love
Again, Sarah was moved, obsessed, reaching out, entwined. Next to her open window, moonlight covered them us as they climbed higher; the peak ever closer, closing in; all the right switches connected. And in that moment, she found it, or what she believed it to be: Love! It embraced her in brilliant colors and strengthenedContinue reading Love
When Dawn Came (Revisited)
It was here one night, among white blossoms and junipers, that we lay and were touched while the rest of the world snored in their small beds. We breathed frost words to breezes on branches, breathing deeply in the deep woods with no earthly destination, hidden behind the pulse of dawn throbbing on a trigger’sContinue reading When Dawn Came (Revisited)
When Dawn Came To Us
It was here one night among white blossoms that we lay and were touched while the rest of the world snored in their small beds. We breathed frost words on branches breathing deeply in the deep woods with no earthly destination, hidden behind the pulse of dawn throbbing upon a trigger’s touch. You were delicateContinue reading When Dawn Came To Us
Our Love
We bedded with moss and leaf and sand drenched in that evening’s rain; a shimmering surf at our feet where diamonds and poetry wept on ocean waves. We stirred to passions rising in us, caressing below an unwatched moon. our love open no love closed we found heaven in all disclosed Your breath and sweatContinue reading Our Love
Eleventh Hour Ebullience
Late in the valley at a house with a ribbon on the door handle She lies upstairs at the hall’s very end Beating her pillow and lowing “you” But it does not matter He is more than her imagination And she imagines the angels keep on him Ride hard, cowgirl Lead him with a darkContinue reading Eleventh Hour Ebullience
Down River Hebrus
Sweet Sarah dreamed she sailed alone down River Hebrus where she found sudden love at the center of a liquid mirror that reverberated with the clear perfection of her face—with angelic grace, as done by the master hand of the world’s finest Victorian painter. The morning sun behind her poured her shadow like honey overContinue reading Down River Hebrus
