frost and fog
first golden rays of light
break through
on a highway of sepia fields
a young bull eats cold hay

I count stars
while Chorus Frogs sing
Summer nights
there is a wildfire
in the bed of my lover

friends encircle
the backyard bonfire
familiar dialog
drums slowly begin
to sing to each other

Ghazal 1

I am neither the rolling wave, nor the warm sand between your toes;

I am the savagery of the tide ripping away at the sea floor.

You were content to sunbathe beneath your golden curls;

I was left to pray to the desert sand for water.

All of my self-proclaimed, prophetic jetsam;

what weak ink to be sloshed upon your paper!

Now that the sun sets, you’ve come to comb for pearls;

my words are picked over, only broken shells remain.

No wonder I fall again, on knees encrusted with blood;

complete abandon, singing bhajans into the ocean.


He’s a monster!

Screams and horror

Knuckled hands entrap tiny wrists

Her petals twirl

But drown in jet waters

Little girls don’t float like little flower boats

They sink into shadows

Masking features

so creatures can come to light



Scratch in the corners

Slink dim-lit corridors

He hides by day

Slips in and out of shadows

Blind eyes cast from passers-by

His green skin screams

so cloaks himself in blackness

and slinks with cats


They love monsters!

Shriek in dark theaters

Hold on, close those eyes

Screen rips

Horror spills into the isles

Automatic strobe touches skulls

Mothers weep – beg back fair

Mothers seek armor against modern demons


That monster!

Bat wings

silhouetting the new moon

Howling behind the treeline

Seducing angels in skirts of satin

Ancient form bent low

Insert the devil in long kiss

He lingers upon your lips

He tastes your scream

Breathes terror in deep


O Monster!

She weeps – but loves the drama

Ingenue, strapped to the tracks

He’s coming full force

He’s head-on

Knuckled hands hold her heart

It doesn’t float

She drowns in black waters

Screaming for her monster



Your body is rendered of my adoration

My heavy exhalations crest the waves of your golden hair

The bubbling spring of my eyes

rest upon the earthy shore of yours

and the flutter of my lashes weighs your heavy lids

My passions hollow the curve of your spine

My hands carve the classical sculpture of your muscles

I kiss creation of space between pronounced bone structures

risen from my fingers

Skin slipped upon them by the heat of my palms

My breasts build your beautiful hands

My nipples erect the temples of your fingertips

to be their place of worship

My sense of smell stole your scent from star-crossed past-lives

and laid it upon you for my olfactory satisfaction

Sweet life breathed into your God-like form

from whispers that caress your gentle heart

and paint the smile of your soft lips



You sleep, angelic

Face softened by our intimacy

All signs of furrow erased from your brow

in a single shudder

Your chest rises and falls

to the rhythm of my unfaultering love

While I float in a turbulent lucidity

on the tide of your sacred heartbeat

I daydream myself a Myrrh tree

Bark, like ribs, cracked open

and you tumble from my trunk

Your callow, dewy uncover

lying peaceful beneath my watch

While I stand tall, filleted

Raw barrenness and palpable unrest



How I long to be your Aphrodite

and steal your love away, covet your beauty

and make you my own precious possession

But my desire disturbs your concession

My frantic arms have no strength to hold you

My porcelain skin shatters under the weight of imagined rejection

Your unattended lips smolder

and will seek heat from other sources

While mine purse in anticipation



Born of my love, or lust

or impatience to feel totality

My eyes paint you picture perfect in memory

while I view this moment through splintered window pane

You are a statue in my Eden

not an angel in my bed

And I am not the myrrh that grows beside you

I am the boar

Tusks sharpened from a lifetime of disappointment

I impale our virgin rapture

and weep at its abortion


No, Adonis!

This is not our tragedy

Wake me from this daydream

Take me in your tender arms

I will lie beside you, peacefully

I will thank the Gods for the present

and live in it, fully

I will relinquish the past to lesson

Behold the future when it is now

I will nurture my devotion

And, together, we could bring about

the rebirth of our broken hearts

Waiting. Always waiting.


Always waiting.

Writing scripts that never make it to the stage.

Writing love poetry to ghosts that haunt my heart.

Writing songs I can’t sing.


Waiting for a train

or a bus

or a ride from someone with an honest smile.

Waiting for my term to be up.

Waiting in the dark.

Weird dreams pick at the corners of my mind.

Waking with a wired jaw – tired

wrenched tight.

Why am I still waiting for my turn to speak?

I’m waiting.

Wind that big car up my drive.

Write an email to say goodbye.

I’m waiting for a good bye.


Without an umbrella in the rain.

Wade through puddles.

Waves lap my thighs.

Wait –

when is high tide?

Where’s the moon?

and why isn’t anyone else waiting for

The End.

Instructions for Operating Heavy Machinery

step into my skin

where you can feel

velvet red lips trace contours

throat, collarbone, shoulder, breast

feel whispers of kisses on nipples

the tightening of my back

as it arcs to accept your blessings


step into my skin

so you can feel the tickle

the sting

half-wet tresses

whipped against bare belly

earthquake of gasps and giggles

my body writhing beneath you


lie inside of me

cradle the weight

of granite sculpted muscles

taut against supple curves

the weight of your smooth thigh

deep between my soft, parted legs


reach into my hands


perfection slipping beneath them

stretch down to my fingernails

etching passion into your back


if only you could be my breath

hard, quick, torn from my lungs

hips that ride

the tiny movements of your tongue

toes as they curl

muscles taut-to-snapping

heart thrashing mad

head thrown back


live in me

know the desperation of my climax

know why I am rendered into fits

gasping, unable to speak

utterly near to death

every time

you push me

to the peak



tumbling over the edge



live in me

be my mouth

taste your nectar

when it’s my turn

to bring you home

If I tell you the secret

If I tell you the secret

Open my chest and show you the raw inside

Invite you in, withholding nothing

Serving myself, let you eat from my hands


If I can tell you with my eyes wide open

staring straight into yours

earthy browns that keeps me grounded

lest I float off on my daydream

or my body break apart in trembles

Molecules of me jumping away


If I am brave enough to place

the treasure-pieces of me in your care

Surrender to your tender arms my begging body

hoping it will teach them to hold tight


If I give you the pages of my unwritten fairy tale

Fill quills with liquid-gold

Learn to write with you a language

we will both understand


If I am asking of you nothing in exchange

Knowing there is no currency precious

or rare enough to trade

Filling your pockets with trinkets

that I have collected on my way

in hopes they help

to weigh you for the fall


If I tell you from the edge

From feet that are sure

Tell you, you don’t have to catch me

I love to fly

If I tell you, “you’ll love flying”

If I give you my hand

and I look in your eyes

and I tell you all of my secrets


Will you jump?

Big Fish

say she moves with an unconscious swagger;

sexy only cuz she doesn’t know

her hips flow

like they need me between them



look at her walk in

she crosses the floor like

she’s drifting down a spring fed river

her hips lap the shore

as she spills her way into my lap


walks in with a sashay

unconscious sexy








down her thighs

no heels to burden

her bare feet

her toes fall


the rug


she says “hey,

walk my way”

and there’s something b u b b l i n g in her eyes

pours hands like honey

down my spine


say there’s something sexy

in the way she moves

her fingers

without knowing

where   each




mapping new trails

marking every spot that




there’s gold there


she’s patient enough

to wait

for low



It’s a kaleidoscope

Twist  Bang

and something sparkles


It’s a 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle

each piece only fits each piece


It’s rubbing off old skin

and leaving it behind

so we can see each other in the light


It’s a road trip

It’s the quiet ride back home

after a long vacation

It’s only 10 more miles


It’s arms and legs

that can’t let go

Mornings that last

until you’re 2 minutes

too late

And it’s squirming in your seat

until the day is done


It’s a rainbow in your sprinkler

Shooting star

Keep your eyes wide open –

you only get so many wishes


It’s the biggest fish you can’t catch


And only ever-after


When you’re using your fingertips

to write the words

on sweat-wet slick skin

in the sunrise


It’s slow moving honey

Sweet and clinging



It’s unwritten plays

waiting to be blocked in bed


It’s forgetting disappointments

ignoring warnings

and giving the finger to heartbreak


It’s the green light of Spring through the trees

The warm of Summer on your face

The first smell of Fall creeping in

It’s being curled up in a flannel blanket

in front of a bonfire

at a Winter solstice festival


It’s a gospel choir –

breaks your heart

in the high notes


It’s not you

It’s not me

It might be us


It’s a daydream you don’t dare call a plan


It’s on the tip of your tongue


It’s Scrabble

without a dictionary

and only 8 letters

3 words

and 1