Poetry

list'ning for your boots
they tread on my contentment
prints left in dream dust

mysterious you
thou art black as my night mares
neighing in my dreams

I'd see you crying
refelected in shards of grass
blades like glass, dying

destroyer of worlds
come into my bed at night
and thence create me

a lambent magic
settling on the twilight
my senses tickling

your well-sculpted calm
delicate sinews arching
like cantilevers

in languid twilight
my stunned heart staggers blindly
tripping on delight

bodies rest, sated
in dark graves of lust's making
buried 'neath night's shroud

I alight reborn
upon the other side of
my lover's fancy

an unfolding bliss
lines on parchment coming clear
lit by pleasure's glow

my finite tongue tied
to the pages of the book
lips entwined in prose

no end to its start
gray and black chameleon
she bites her own tail

while i remain still
slipping through interstices
of igneous thought

where, before, was dark
bathed in brilliant aftershock
splendid radiance

the sliver of day
slithers into the dawn splash
gold upon the morn

and drowns out the stars
drinking deeply the light plays
sparkling laughter wakes