What god/call of the wolf [a poetic]

At an edge of the wood, where there was no path,Where I explored freely,Suddenly upon the soles of my feet,Still wet on muddied play,Scratched the roughness of paved hard road,Two grey legs stretching forever beyond meFalling into the horizon.I look back at the wood behind meSearching for the knowing guiding gaze of the wolfThe wild…

Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…

divine/ unclothe my mind [a poem]

I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…

see you as I [a micropoem]

We will be lost of each other In the next world If we don’t learn to recognize ourselves Beyond these bodies we visit. You’ve seen mine – Show you yours.