coming on 
age doesnt visit
it jumps upon me erupting
skin cracking dreams interrupting me
breath tickling heart hard to hard to see 
sprouting white nose hairs plucking them out
vanity keeps hoping for surfaces to keep me safe
from my thoughts of that frightened ancient child me
still life moves

#469. ten

April 15, 2011

kissing
starry light
bright trance
retinal delighting
alighting hypothalamus
and relighting time to live
in the clouds backed by the moon
with your hair wild in the sharp wind 

#436. light in the woods

November 19, 2010

the day
to day alone
missing the time
spent with you smiling
across the live web world
time is well earned at work

i can see the sweet hair
curl on the back of your neck
 

#266. splashed dream

May 18, 2010

the rain drops are alone
until they hit earth
to become puddles
and mud and gets
your beautiful hair
wet

#203. Rommy (for pete

March 16, 2010

Rommy

wasn’t
built in a day.
Give up the secret
in black hair.

Sky and a good friend
drives ya
down
past
red
lips
tick.

Bones to pick clean.

#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.

# 168 Th Woman (more)

February 9, 2010

Th woman
as body
electric thread
hair to bury head thoughts
knees dimpled and flexible
on round legs
desired
breasts soft
enough to sleep
pillowed one larger than the other
eyes are gold tho blue
sometimes green
Behold!
a fine bottom
foundation to blend back
to back and neckline       (child soft
gone to groin to earth
sex lips twist
of lemon
O honey!
caressed to be known neverknown
as body.

***

secret
she fades.
no secret
any more.

#141. Age & Acid

January 13, 2010

Standing,
twenty minutes.
Endless night. Old man on
the corner. Silent winter ends
in light.

Mostly America
doesn’t comb its hair
in the morning.


the night
      and the moon
     and the light

I can almost see you.

the bread I bake for you
      your hair thick and soft
    and rich beneath my fingers

I can almost smell you.

the sand underfoot
       the sun melting us
    the sea caressing us

I can almost feel you in my arms.

After job
And after week
Subway car
Filled with
Universes of two
So protective
Sweet
Carving out space
To maintain
Their caresses
Arguments
Defenses
Lovings
The hands touch
Hands hips
Waists
Cheeks
Hair
Lives together
Forever
Or just
For the evening.

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