CANCIONES

Cántame una canción
de amor
para que se me olvide
mí dolor
cuéntame de tiempos pasados
para que viva
mis sueños engañados

SONGS

Sing me a song of love
so I may forget
my pain
tell me again
of times gone by
so I may live my dreams
of lies

Motes of pollen
through songs of dust
summer's laughter
blown as musk

blanket with lovers
hopes arrayed
as sunlight reigns
plans are made

Food with bees
blankets near trees
careless laughter
trickling in streams.

The day is still
wide skies azure
they eat their fill
their love is pure

A dream unfolds
too soon broken
by wasps of truth.
Three words spoken.

It's been lovely..

powder
between the sighs
thigh shift moonkissed eyes
gentle nocturne

sweetness over black winged death
therein falling breaths
from snow stained skin
a satin turn
from the landscaped burn
a ravaged dreamspeak
fresh with stars
this singing stream
crying your song

sleep far
within touching scars
innocuous stays
on your palms
like a breeze swift fast
a leaving
..

Everything is not sex

everything is not sex nor lust
in my life love comes first
on the sands we roll
I run about
you lie around

my clothes I remove
you let yours fly
then suddenly you come by
sit around my back
touching me every now and then

after all that nothing happens
a kiss is what I want
and in my arms you fall
love me that’s all
let sand flow out of your palms
and kiss me love
anywhere ,twill be like a smoothing balm

we make love
on the sands….

Choice confuses him
he chases after his tail
too often to find dreamless
sleep.

During the longest
days, he see the
roads of his soul
diverging, no low ,
no high path only
choice, satanic
choice pulling,
tempting testing
him.

This freedom hurts.
It's like a bubo pulsing
under his arm,
feels like hot shot
under his red eyelids
it steals his thoughts
like gentle sunlight
destroying silk.

Fun

A Kookaburra whispered in my ear.
That he wanted to know of my life here
I told him to go jump in the pond
"But of him, I was very fond"

I raced to retrieve my pen and pad
Then threw it away which may sound sad
Talking about sad it is a thing of misery
As the nights grow longer it entraps me

They did this entrapping thing in another land
To catch diamond smugglers with red hands
This reminded me of a job I’d done
Painting a chair for my dear ole Mum

apex bend
the crush force
tearing
a cold temptation
rending

the little trees are
rushed with breath
their elders breaking
in the winds
and wires moaning
anguished cries
filled with passion
loves that died

and in the sanctuary
tiny shrine
the candles brilliant
flicker flare
the happy moments
there to stare
heartbeat song
in subdued glare

LOVE

Love, ah love, we swoon,
it's aura reaching out from in the womb of life,
its cradle rocked in rhythms that beat in time,
it is our shrine, our Armageddon,
full of pain, the pain of being shunned,
or being stunned, no longer capable of reason.

Quite out of season roses bloom,
and on the loom of warm regard,
the warp and weft are twined,
locked in to something we can't totally understand,
ecstatic, full of dreams of unreal things
that mundane thoughts can never quite retain.

Painful in heart
so much to say,
yet when it snows
in depth,
defy is all that knows.

Blood will bleed,
tears it shall feed.
Run we run,
so simple yet
in truth all we have
is our fears.

Human spirit we try
cold mornings we fail.
It is here our soul bleeds.
It is here an old man feels the wind.
It is here the world feeds.

You first just cup my face
then draw me closer
as my heart beat does increase,
you wipe off my tears
and kiss
we hug more with grater force
as you then pull me closer
you press me all over
you want us to strip
bit by bit

we both do
our bodies’ burn within
you leave no distance
bit by bit
we strip

there is no breeze
the car does freeze
as you rip
and witnesses us drip
we hug more
ere the car moves along
the forest alone knows
we just made love together