Renewal

With wondering eyes I love you as a child,
Yet passion bursts the bounds of bodies twined.
No words the purity of thoughts defiled,
We laugh, we wink, we form a common mind.
Though God's great gift makes lovers' heartbeats wild,
With wondering eyes I love you as a child.

The dew from lotus flowers in the sun
Infused in every breath you gasp with me
Sweet liquid on your brow resembles spun
Condensed sweet nectar, ready to flow free.
Each clench, each kiss has Natures grace inclined
While passion bursts the bounds of bodies twined.

With fifty words the other understands,
A wink, a giggle, push, touch, point, and look
Make sense anew; our glossary expands.
Each minute writes a brand new children's book.
With beauty, joy, and impishness thus piled,
My wondering eyes must love you as a child.

Can grammar schoolmates flashing word-cards who
With every gain in language laugh out loud,
Be ageless lovers, naked forms askew?
A love across the sea with youth endowed!
There wondering eyes will love you as a child,
When dimming passion yet warms bodies twined.

Designer at Work

They're $till ba$tard$ but that doesn't stop a lotus flower from beginning its bloom...

let them see her as I do
make the clear shadowy filigree
soften but not hide
****
that if she chooses
only kana for the things she holds dearest

the Gobi at night
mountains coupling through a **** wall
bouganvilla squeezing through cracks

woven in her own soft script
black satin buttons let her adjust
what of her breasts can reach out to touch us.

black weaver's yarn
knitted into the shape of a Sin
kana for heart, hebrew for wilderness
filled with little string dumplings glistening contents
all to decorate, not conceal
what, underneath, so perfect, begs to shine
with each breath the whole ***** ****es
to bring beauty to the world.

(F)our decades have left few marks on your belly
suffering loss for filling its longing
peeking out from underneath the dark silken scrim
it calls out to the ones it mourns
saying, "You live on in me."

(S)ilky abdomen cascades gracefully into
smooth thigh blessed with the perfect tan
seamless glory bringing summer's hot tan passions
into winter.
no thread dare challenge this beauty
the only one needed thin soft black on golden brown
enters and exits the breast weave unnoticed

let the woven density vary only with the risk
tightening into the phrase we utter at the height of our passion
gasped screamed stammered
not a cover for the parts it shades
Not a cover
Just a blessing

Six Haiku for Hiking

June 5, 2009

1) Cool gust of spring breeze
Doffs the last blanket cover.
My thighs call your name.

2) Not quite yet asleep,
Babbling, chicks, moonbeams invite
Beachhead, built for two.

3) One tent closed for now.
Hands, Feet, Hair, who's you? That's Me!
Balled against the storm.

4) Blueberries for wake-up.
Breakfast in bed, sleepyhead,
Why don't you join up picking?

5) Just like Avalon,
The trail where you learned excellence;
Bigger rocks this time.

6) Children carry kids.
The blessing of their making,
The grass recalls.

...Or Not to Be

4/5/09
With apologies to Dylan Thomas and William Shakespeare, and gratitude to the hip-hop universitude

Refrain: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You come into the world in a puddle of goo.
Your eyes are shut, your cecum seald,
You can't even breathe 'til they start paddlin' you.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You enter screaming from that good night.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You Can't Get out of your own mess.
It's years to walk, ages to talk,
And the meaning of your babble I can't even guess.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Rage against the dying of the bedroom light.

Refrain: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You earn your keep by the sweet of your brow,
Your incubator crafted of your mama's sweat,
It's a con you get away with but you don't know how.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You don't know the difference between day and night.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
The focus of attention of a marketer's lust.
A child in need, a commercial deed,
Your need for them to give a f^&* betrays your trust.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
You cry yourself to sleep against the dying of the light.

Refrain: Do not go gentle...

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
The chem lab in your head creates an accident.
Touchy-touch and kissy-kisy in mind or flesh,
What other mammals do is your predicament.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
The fires that consume your heart can roil the night.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Your bodies wracked with the desire to mate.
Needing you, needing me, always needing more,
Natural selection leads to love - and hate.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Your need for lovin' generates more heat than light.

Refrain: Do not go gentle...

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Marriage quickly turns into the death of sex,
The needs of kids jobs chores and TV,
The passions of your skin and heart a smouldering wreck.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Together in your bed but you're alone at night.

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Your thoughts are for another long before the split,
It's teenhood once again inside an aging bod,
Desire and attractiveness no longer fit.
Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Impending darkness revels in the dying light.

Refrain: Do not go gentle...

Pitiful humans, loved and lost,
Aging, lonely, when your hopes are few,
Too cold for friends, to frail for love,
Life and death have all become the same for you.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Pray, pray for the remaking of the light.

Refrain: Do not go gentle..