Origami
You folded my name
into an origami of lovers,
a taste of invisible sun
on your tongue,
pouring affection
in tango of love,
sensuality in syllables,
butterfly wings
tingling my skin,
touching me
with deep
resonating tones,
curving down
my torso -
lilting, lingering,
speaking to my heart,
saturating my center,
releasing crest of want
as I silently read
my name
on your lips.
You swathed
my name
awakening
spirit of forever
and the world
stopped twirling.
Bright and Shiny
new, or new to you
square one, stepped upon
gold bricked Ozzy road,
we goad each other
kind to kindred kind
to mold elusive
satisfaction’s glow
with words. one more show
of hands for muses
melodramatic
cue. memory fades
yet ever new comes
fancy’s fondled feat,
to seat itself quite
squarely for review.
joy-jumped or jittered
while poetic bug
digs deeper into
off-tossed matters flue.
smallest embers burn
beneath the old made
new, or new to you
Should I've said that?
Or no, I've should of said this?
God, I'm such a mess.
I can't even accept what I said is said,
and move on with it.
I really, really, should've said that,
no no no no, I should've said that.
Damn I'm a mess.
Can't help it I guess.
It's how I roll,
making it up as I go.
But honestly, I really shouldn't have said that.
Canvas
My hands hold the paintbrush of my world
the hues and tinctures and tints
riding the wind like steeds
tucked pillow thoughts
borrowed from the sun
wet whispers and tanned skin
swirls and curls of existence
black wine sunsets on rims
of crystal glasses
blue-gray clouds of sorrow
frozen shadows of winter coats
stained glass shivers
the curves of swans
naked nothings of nature
cradled in my hands.