07292011

wild
white
silence.

07272011

i admire the elegance of flowers

they live so briefly

but rise so vibrantly

from an earth that grips them

inside its belly

like a womb grips its fetus

an earth that clutches them

with forceful might

delivers them the food of life

then stifles them

ever so swiftly

still they reach for the sun

for the sky

and secretly

they reach for the stars

that pierce the night

for the moon that hangs

pregnant with mystery

they reach like the lustful arms

of a yearning lover

before the naked beauty

of his immortal love

and i can’t help but reach back

and hold their pained vulnerability

between my adoring fingers

and beam at their beauty

so flighty

so sudden

so free

07252011

certain days

i am grateful

that certain things

are left to the imagination.

what chaos, if otherwise!

07202011

we sat together

you and i

sharing one dozen

chocolate violets

on a crowded sidewalk

of the grand’place in brussels

stopping traffic

literally

and losing one another’s faces

behind his dusk-hued legs

and her lust-rouged hands

while we licked

our violet-smudged fingers

and sought out one another’s eyes

and somewhere behind us

a pub door swung open

and for a few seconds

there was the voice of moby

uttering so solemnly something

about the sky breaking

and we looked at one another

and we cried

and we laughed

until we were crying again

and when morning came we were still there

and we drank the steel-blue sky for lunch

and we ate raw alligator for dinner