I am.

i am.

i am shouting!

i am shouting exaltations of love!

i am dreaming of holding you tangled in arms draped against skin eyes alight kissing you sigh that beautiful sigh of warmth content as you rest your head against my chest I feel the warmth your breath instills heart with fire and water, love and lust, everything and EVERYTHING!

i am shouting exaltations of love!

i am shouting.

i am

Yours.

Time passing; or the oak tree

There,
there is a quite earnestness about
the oak tree
that has set itself apart.

It’s,
it’s as if over the course of watching
its caretakers come,
and go,
The roots, branches,
and wizened trunk have

withdrawn,

fearful perhaps, of another autumn,
another quiet
passing of seasons.

A whisper passes,
(through leaves, through branches).
A yearning, wistful call,
or perhaps simply
an acknowledgement.

That seasons, as do all things,
turn.

A leaf,
edges curled,
tattered,
drifts slowly,

endlessly,

the oak stands silent,
watching.



alone.

the yours and mines

O –





Speak the hers that show the hes

(the hes that stare with open lips)

At hers who kiss and dreams that see

(the drunken love that sips and sips)



that talk will love of hes and hers

(who kiss and kiss but think no more)

that kisses far from talk holds cures

(for darkened glass and bolted doors)



o dream my dream you lovers true

(the hers and hes are all but You)

for you are pure and drink me through

(for talk is old our love is new)



for You and Me are naught but one

(our secrets kept in others eyes)

my Moon is yours you are my Sun

(a fire alights -)















(my mys are yours your yours are mine)