Chinook Winds

words
of luscious
summer red berry
dipped in
dark
bitter sweet
chocolate
pool at my feet
my toes swirl
splash
tease
their colors up my
soft legs
defying gravity
magnetizing
upward
chinook winds
thoughts of
where I
my mind
ought not to go
since you
are not here
in this
moment
with
me  

Sweet Beyond

I dance upon the edge of forest
duskiness and chance
nature’s caring touch
brushing my sensitive
childlike bare feet
illuminated by moon’s gentle glow
a crisp breath of warmth
lighting my trusted way

adoring the meadow of reality
behind me
somehow
encouraging me on
longing for the forest
its surreal wonderment
unattainable yet dreamt for
puffs, cream
minds, sweet danger

wearing only the air that wraps me
flows through me
caresses me
with soft fingers of
confusion
safeness
contentment

misty rains of desire
lyrically dampen my scented skin
carried upon whispering winds
that draw me closer
body and soul
thoughts of
forbidden fruit
sweet beyond

eternal timing

trapped in an hour glass or is
it a three minute egg timer not
knowing which is less trivial or
more pertinent though both are
transparently concealing all within
not knowing which end is up
which end to adore the other to
deplore madly with tears and
fiery, the channel with a mountain
of crystal life beads to live by
to struggle with climbing never
truly succeeding reaching the
top victoriously relishing in smug
fulfillment, one step forward two
steps back sliding creating more
work the greater challenge to
accomplish  whatever height stolen
moments  of success we can manage
or to be stable flat on the ground
with the upside channel raining those
same pellets of life drizzle biting
currents of blood sweat and tears
not knowing where to hide, take cover
to go within for privacy because after
all the walls are glass revealing
pounding sands of emotion, attempting
to shield with arms over head eyes
and ears not wished for, mute from
the pain until enough has fallen so
the mountainous trek to a fallacy of
well being, a grain of self worth
momentary achievement begins upward
again until the world tips the hour glass
again dumping on us once more.

Her Heart is a Song

secrets untold

stolen moments lost in the echo
of silent footsteps down the hall

frightening light filters through the
crack of her door
paper thin safety

pastel walls swallow
telling shadows

behaving bed
absent of sound
soaked in sweat and sadness

softly clenched eyes
feign sleep
silky skin
dead
unflinching

as he explores
fulfills his demand

a child pregnant forever
with the hope of tomorrow

Honey

sweet golden
honey
she slips
mercifully
through his rough fingers
delicate webbing
of his mind
upon the satin dawn
of a new morn
quenching enchanted
thirsts by night
giving birth to fresh
hunger by day
glistening with rays
of tender smile
one moment
tears of petals rose
bleeding the next
blending souls upon the wind
eternal breeze of oneness
sweet golden
honey
she drips
mercifully
upon his soft lips