Let the music play

If we could put it to music
it would be your fingers
on my fine tunes,

my lyrics
finding you
in chords that could not exist
before this night.

We choose staying in,
underneath a thick haze
of purple and green.
Your eyes try to match me;
our deepest rhythms
sinking,
flowing,
dancing

naturally. We slip back –
your tongue laced with black
magic –
and I,

knee deep in daydream,
wrapped up in
this dimension,
several chords playing,
all of them in key.

Gripping to the cadence,
dripping with luxury,
we summon our past lives

we consult the angels
of mercy

and forgive every sinner
who ever has sinned.

This is our music.
Saturday night flat –
my bottle of Jack,
your smoke gliding
down my deep
throat

Like clockwork
here we go.

to mine

mining: the extraction of valuables

a fresh element, raw
fire starter –
dripping language
from his pores

who speaks
but you?

I do

rock dusts are risky
but I will
breathe through

demand is high
pressurized coal
flows like
water
and that is not
my desire

chemistry is mixing
air into
asphyxiation
but I am
fixated

on the way
the world tilts
when I make out
with your layers
and veins

and even though 1,549 died in China
that way;
due to

I will not abandon you

carnal

this does not belong
in a book
or on paper
it should be
blazing across
each existential universe

your immaculate
humility stumbles
my gesture

bathe me in
every movement
that has made
you a man

every echo
is wild

pulsating

carnal

I am

soul mate

this tempting silence
so tastefully
touches my tongue
with yours
we can create worlds with
words

His Shadow

inside my chest, a universe
is born – yet to be touched
by hands of The Creator

he drives over city limits
lips openly rested
tongue saturated with
thoughts of fresh
female
sentiment

one particular body

conception happened
a seed was planted
it took root
in salty palmed
memories

I never have left this desert
where my heart started
he knows I can –
I will be his shadow

this is what happens when you’re in love

you feel like an ocean
in my arms a tidal wave

I have been surfing on
summer since you

found me black shadowed
after trekking winter’s
long desert

waiting for you to
hyphenate me with

your time and your precious
cargo down below a

vacant heart at the time
but now is a roaring lion

ready to claim
this undiscovered body

prepared for your arrival.

Jupiter Rises

Uncharted territory! Galilean moons
orbit, satisfied by discovery.
Jupiter waits for your sounds,
do you hear her calling?

She dreams of your sleep,
cracked by early morning light,
pink lips opening wide,
new trees cherried by blossom

Seasons have changed.
Her great red storm hovers
like a tailed boa.
You could lay on her naked thoughts
or wear her like a shadow.

She waits, an elliptical path away,
for your sun to rise steady
on her moon.
Wake up!
Do you hear her call for you?