past tired and sweet
dreams or nightmares can take me
as my bed and beloved enfold and hold me

#443. sweet

December 2, 2010

moooaan!

gotta go to bed ….

thanks for the dream

complications

nite

is

zzzzzzzzzz

#408. another monday night

October 18, 2010

softly
the evening
brings the night
and my lover home
to me

brightly
the candle
glows its light
and my lover comes
to bed

#377. no place like it (ldw4

September 6, 2010

the crowds
and kids are gone home
the rivers run singing quietly
the city’s spirits rattle
echo down worn hot
cobblestone mazes
and cool rooms
call me to my
sweet bed
and you

#187. Th Woman (more)

February 28, 2010

Th woman
as sleep
opened twice
lips lips & dreams.

full silk slip
caress.

as sleep
awake enough love
and now slick time.

now.

***

knows falling
stars
shoot high anyway
gets me thru
the other side of the world.
earth
green
blue.

***

Th woman
as song no song
has music or rhythm enough
for yr blaze of spirit
red and yellow
as yr little hairs.

***

there
is a space on her bed
i can sometimes use
if i tongue her
right.

touch her shoulder
she asleaping
me trying to.

you dream such soulful dreams
i’m glad that you share them with me
they explode
all my black and white themes
turning them orange
purple
and green.

#165. Th Woman (more)

February 6, 2010

Th woman
as
us as
me
to you
spirit fly
high.

as
whatever is
to be
liked
nurtured rose bushes
botched dish washing.

as no warning
meant here
love and lust to adjust
for us.

***

life
to hold in my arms
is to carry an entire universe
from room to room.
Avoiding the plants
and games
we go to bed.
Sip it slow.
Talk and we find out.
Dream and we find out.
Cry and we find out.

red dreamer
dreamin’ in red
letting the heart poems out
from soul to head
red dreamer
sleeping in bed
sweet visions tonight
all fears fled.

blue dreamer
dreamin’ in blue
shaping the soul poems go
from deep in the pool
blue dreamer
knowing life’s rule
life is suffering
all the Endless school.

golden dreamer
dreamin’ in gold
building the mind poems high
from thoughts to soul
gold dreamer
creating so boldly
the visions and dreams
all crowns told.

So bring yourself gently naked
to the knife edge of our portable bed
that floats in a sea
of our own come
and sweat and tears
that we shall create a storm.

And it is the storm
that floats cloudly
darkly
beneath your angel cream skin
which reminds me like distant thunder rumbling
and summer lightning
flickering
that love is no illusion
but rather the manifestation
of the ever mounting wave of ALL.

It’s the eye of God, there’s no bottom—
and my pores opened to the smell of the road.
Cloves and small furry animals.
You pressed my flesh tender from youth and lonliness.
How long’s it been since we walked along with the weather
together?
Just talking and gesturing nobody
but us and the moon.
You are a dam or Eve and I am the candle.
Oh blow that fucker out and come to bed.

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