46 Minute Nap

In that 46 minute nap
Traced my past over about
Eight thousand times
Thought of a hundred people
I hope are dreaming of me

In the three-quarters journey
Unearthed days worth of
Whining, dying, breathing
Filling my glass with
Its thick, slimy time

Where does it all run to?
Just look: So far down
To witness Romeo retreating
Over my garden wall
Petrified at the falling grains of sand

Yet here I lie spinning
Two bronzed legs craning
For familiar footholds
In a time warp of lewd desire
But around me Water

And Sky are still one.

Oh the Austerity of Affection

Dim false walls
And dimmer lights
In the gray-gold greenness
Of dejection

Ability endowed on some
Like great juicy plums
False laughter
Rings in these ears
A stinging painful gong
Reminds me
Smiles and tingles
So soon lost

Wanting so deeply
The elusive faceless
Ghostman of devotion
Escapes in the velvet
With a spark
A gasp of steam
Cape swishes away
Into the recesses
Of the psyche

Black Spanish Morning

Rain clatters
On wooden shutters
Through cobblestone
Worn smooth

Early morning
Sun not risen
My warmth held
Close to you

Lips moisten
Blue eyes glisten
We share sweet
Secret smiles

Ever shifting
Ever moving
I know you’ll
Never be here

Intriguing, shining
Jaded, enticing
The ephemeral
Essence of you

The Self Devouring Blossom

Green singeing heat tears through
My vision like razor wire
Covetousness consumes me fully
As the desire to be wanted
Overtakes my vague semblance
Of bright, warm, fierce reality

There exists an unopened bud
Yearning for blooming and enrapturement
Yet petrified at the mention of a latespring frost
So, closed my leaves will stay
Protecting the crimson petals from
Loving sunbeams and sheer beauty
Healing raindrops and possible pain
Instead, searing bolts of emerald envy
Will burn away at what is left
Inside this jaded soul

Why I wish only for his pain
Is beyond the comprehension
Of my once-thought compassionate façade
The all-too-natural selfishness
Resurfaces from the near opaque water
Of the heart of all humanity
“We all just want to be loved.”

But the off-chance remains
That some force will one day
Persuade these steel locked petals
However timidly to bloom.
Please, let it be today.