chamberry
ghosts
written

the leather worn
frayed soft at the stitching
a chassis grace
down arched spires
of summer desire

liquid eyes
and pungent realm
the pines
where shiver ghosts
and whisper hips
taste electric souls
quiver
turbo charge river like
octane ghosts
needleful walks
pressing imprint impressions
the summer storms lesson

winterflesh in creeks cupped
the ragged limestone
wishes

Since I no longer rest in your bedding,
My head is no longer resting,
My mind is slowly infecting
All of my soul which is protesting.
My heart; only accelerating
As anxious thoughts are manifesting,
Your lips are all that mine are requesting.

My throat has a lump
nearby there is no sump
where one can go and throw

The voice yells
go man go
but then I to maintain dignity
do swallow,
how shallow may be yes
may not be

but sometimes
my own voice chokes me…

You stood out as a delicate gem of nature
the epitome of true passion
before your youth is ravaged through time

Weathered of your prime,
you bow to fate's decree, leaving behind
seeds of your memory to the birds of flight
that will spread them across the earth

The memory of your youth will linger
in the fragrance of the soil
until its time for it to be revived
when another's cycle begins

wildflowers
filling fields
arriving
towards a sun
brightening
blossoms
against a darkness
violet and crimson

I imagine a dense network of tunnels;        
malleable, hollow tubes narrowing        
then swelling - breathing a complex        
language beyond my comprehension.              
  
The synchrony is beautiful        
and I long to understand it.      
  

serenade saffron
dazzle damp darkness
duct in concentrated concession
braiding on sea-mollusc shore wise
the dawn dreams with seance
by groove that ply breath tendril
tender dew fresh easiness oiled
sebaceous soft sweating
youthful glands baptizing flowers
synthetic to foretaste chill oceans
lit green gulls morn Mediterranean
not mourn ignition timorous
of potent heartbeats death-row
convent flag twine shifting impulse
from barometer of illusions elasticity
like when clouds thresh hold