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Tonight’s game

Moon winds pretend to know me

clouds steal the sky away

never knowing my name

only a diaphanous veil

what game

night stars

play

The hissing sun

A susurrus wind

of chaparral lingers on

after the rain, in the heat of day

behind mountainous clouds

the hissing sun will scarcely fade

until at dusk it finally crawls

and swiftly snakes away.

Tangled

That grasping glance

the moment we don’t look back

the fall and plunge, the coming undone

drinking deep of August’s moon

sweet the jasmine vines

spilling with perfume

the impossible tangling

of we two

Sometimes love

This is a familiar vigil

a walk that turns to run

a drenching lovely rain

a practiced pain

that melts of

scorching sun

Only a taboo train

for immigrants

castaways rolling

steel wheeled

waiting to derail

Still we enter

this frightful tunnel

through blinding blackness

the heart we gamble

to reach the other side

Only a smouldering pyre

This desert, with blinding beauty burns

a season of birds, always coming, going

before the sun, the raining grey of clouds

we traveled miles over hills leading up and outward

with all its budding ways, the glowing days of May

fragrant petals faded into summer

scorch of our lips, how we slipped

into the ways of reign and fire

our love, only a smouldering pyre

Mongolian women

These women, they are old

in touch with ancient ways

the dredging of deeper points

they’ve come to know

and show, without hiding

Their faces are worn weathered maps

lines and holy roads

with soulful eyes

smiling they settle

and sit you down

beside them

In their circle of fire and knowing

these women of the earth

serve milky tea and mirth

their laughter resounds

it pounds the heart

grounds you there

in the fervent pureness

of your tears

How night falls

A fevered pulse

though sweat moves slow

as night falls

fast upon our bed

breath of steam

we float like dream

to fill the hollows

sink, we swallow

the light of gold

we seek to follow

hear a blue calling

under the ache of stars

as the moon blooms

softly sallow.

Haunting

Mouth, hands and all the rest

the way you dressed your words

a sort of singing, musical, fanciful

the captivating notes

how they lured me

I fled to escape

your haunting ways

whispers still that

keep me

awake

Dream

This morning, upon my wall

with lilies, lilies tall

sun shadows

the beauty

of it

all

Colors

and flowers

birds of dawn

in the singing trees

has only ever been a dream

Douglas, AZ

It was Spring

we drove the narrow highway

southward from Bisbee to Douglas

near to the Mexican border

The town was poor

there were discount stores

sales and signs written in Spanish

there were silk flower shops

brightly colored bouquets

people carrying funeral arrangements

Many were the words

spoken in Spanish

many the beautiful

brown skinned people

all around the town, and soon we found

that we were quite strange

and oddly, apparently foreign

The dream of you

Your eyes are blue water

lovely drowning pools, I swim

some days

seemingly the sun

across summer fields

always, daisies moving toward you

an uprooted child, replanted

you flourish in earth and sky

dirt black hands in loamy soils

deeply rooted from the core

your salty sweet lips

are orchard fruits and fields to kiss

your arms hold worlds of weight

or fragrant flowers to embrace

with gentle wings, you’ve come

softly touching down, a ripple, a rainfall

washing clear my soul – undone

The call of your name

There was a bird, that time, a flicker

they always remind me of you

the melt of spring fever, the tapping on the roof

how like snow, the petals flew

that window, the rain, the rainbows too

the breath and sigh of you

our springtime walks

the way the forest talked

soon of summer to come

we were completely undone

unchained in the falling rains

sweet like music the call

of your name.

Night rain

It came softly warm, mist of fragrant showers

garden flowers of parchment petals

drank of sun, of moon, of rain

silent, the Perseid showers

a falling sea of rain.

My fate

These nights, this lonely space

blue or black, that starless looms

strange orbit pulls me to you

our misaligned planetary arrangement

spend my days ruled by the sun

but nights I trip, faint in a nebulous field

dream in colorful clouds of sighs, with you

tis’ only my fate, I can never escape

only linger under magnetic moons.

Under hypnotic skies

Here we sleep under star flowers

a flash of meteor showers

our room a fire light – full bloom

sigh and breath of moon

we travel nights like this

in a sky of sparkling jewels

swim and dream, float

in shimmering pools.

Traveling alone

Never run swift and away

leaving without words

never go fast my love, escaping on far off trains

only to ride all of your days, gone from me

arriving in places foreign and sad

left waiting empty

traveling ever lonely

on and on

Summer willows

Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky

with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond

dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft

through leaves and reeds, they sing

gathering in the transient breeze.

All the day I rest my head

breathe sweet the flowering fields

never shall I leave this place

nor want for any sweeter heaven.

Of sweetness in summer

In the garden, a bird, a flower

gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers

a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched

long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air

a redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees

caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven

in the gold of a halcyon summer

beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes

a stark blue sky cloudless looms

and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field

they break the silence in a world transformed

a song – void of man’s ordinary words.

Lust

The mad allure

the bite, the cure

haste and taste of you

splendorous kiss

sudden slip, we drip

wet in rivulets

of sweat

Our flaming fire

swallowed by desire

a gathering storm

so calmly warm, just before

the fall, the come hither call

that pours and pours

drops of diaphanous rain

In the hallowed hills

When we were very far

and young, in a place with no roads to follow

only a winding path, a branch to grasp

a place to fill the hollow

Blue the summer, with drowsy daisies came

petals, petals, we drew circles round the sun

gold spun, our halo heads of pollen

gold the bees of sleepy flowers

amid clover grass heaven

Days we lived deep in hills

we were endless green, in unmapped countries

stretching past the farms afield, in other worlds

too far to see, we lived beyond the gray of days

and we were free, in the shining silver

of our hallowed hills of ever

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