Not sure what troubles me more

-- overwhelming abundance of bloom
or the petalfall,
the thick layer of fragrant splendor
on the forest floor,
once a year chance to walk
in the upside-down world,
to dip my hands
into the pink and white lacy foam,

-- the note about a lost dog
or that the note is dated two years back, 
and people still hoping to save the pet
posting the freshly printed letters,
colored ink on a glossy paper,

The silvery lustre in its new found aura
touched by passion softly unveiled
manages a shy smile to the warmth
of burning raptures woefully induced,

Seduced layers kissed by stars vanish
as her trembling mounds and craters
challenge gravity to cry, ooze and froth
inflame desire in misty uproars of thirst,

Invading beam of joy merges to herald
enveloped by ecstasy in skilful surrender
to thrusts and recoils in rapturous activity
reaching a new state of no return apogee;

This life is such
brief a sojourn
One can't make resolutions for long
none know what's in store
at the next door or top floor

will you be welcome
heaven knows
Will you venture,
you need to compose
but what within the hour
Destiny may and does dispose

neither you, nor I, nor heaven knows
it's the secretest of life's dispose
I suppose

Let me tell you what I saw
the last time I went over there
beyond electrons' gaping maw
body beneath bright actinic glare.

Darkness shrank to a mere point
in the midst of formless nothingness
where space and time flowed out of joint
their directions anybody's guess.

Like light I sought the irised dark
and with a blink I passed right through
exiting Rosenstein's bridge like a spark
the cosmos in fine focused view.

One day you will leave,
The places that dont let you breath,
One day you will ask,
Where the hell's my mask,
Don't hide your face,
Because one day you will leave this place

a daughter that never was
is framed in my mind life like
a toddler with a naughty look
with wobbly feet and crawl

for her I coined umpteen names
from jungle books and cartoon flicks
some quickly popped out of air
while some faded away with time

from rompers, frocks and skirts
she soon grew into the jumpers
her years moved too fast for me
from a toddler to her teens

when I stroll along the streets
with her arm hooked into mine
she grabs all the attention
of all the handsome eyes

nobody likes a lover
with cold feet

i mean frozen toes
beneath the covers

or frigid digits
escaped from snow boots

pressed against
your naked thigh

but one body lives
to warm another

fetch a pair of fuzzy socks
or share a fire place

embracing the challenge
of turning cold into comfortable
estranged into ecstatic

we might be afraid
to face the flames

the prick of feeling again
like a hundred pins

or of making our lover
feel our icy skin

Although we are far apart,
you in one city, I another,
look to the heavens my love.

The moon begins to wax bright
and takes her rightful place
as sovereign of the night.

And like the rising tide
which longs for her breast
let our spiritual selves move
from their material nests.

and as we look in the sum
of singular light, may our souls
enter, and breathe as one.

Waking up slowly
back to back with my cat
I lie in bed motionless
on my side.
Blood runs thoroughly
in my slender arms
but one hand is cold
and the other is hot.

I open my eyes
to eclectic lights,
gold of the lamp and
gentle lilac of the sunrise,
to the newborn morning
only learning to fight
but ready to be replaced,
like teenage soldier.

I was one to stare at the restless waves,
Hour after hour on the lonely beach
They filled my despair with the promise
Of forgetfulness and permanence.

I listened with soothing anticipation
For the soft crashing on the shore.
An uncluttered world split three ways-
A fine line between the sky and ocean grey

And the jagged graph the retreating waves
Leave in amber on the moist sands.
I sat detached among empty shells
Content that the sea spray filled the air