you called for me (a micropoem)

I awoke snuggled into your mind, Clutching your brain close under me, My pillow. Let me stroke ease into your heart, Kiss your third eye, And straddle your [root] chakra To bring you back into the heavens Of our personal dimension. Skin to skin, Soul in soul, I’m here to hold. . . . ….

as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]

Maybe I was beautiful Once,¬†behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…

fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain

Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…

heaven and night: micropoems

Scraps I found while cleaning out some files from many years ago. I’ve always loved micropoems. (brocade) Sky burst with confetti flame. As a child, I believed heaven was in the sky. War thunders¬†in my chest. Twice a year, I live to see heaven burst.   (the final say) You’ll never find me jealous of…