Pink

I. (In the beginning there was the Word)

there
has not
been such a
breathless moment

not
such a
blush fluted
inflorescence

blood
coursing
cascading
nothing stronger

pulled
breathless
blinding flash
of creating

exploding into life

II. (standing on common ground)

have you ever
looked a baby in the foot
from profile and, not noticing
where the melanin begins
if it does at all?

gnarled walnut finger
traces image held in
tanned maple hands
Burnt Siena-cherry baby
teeters on pink soles

just like my baby
coos grandma

III. (Seek ye beauty where it may be found)

the thicket threatened

twisting viny imports from
bowels of a casual bird
what chokes worse,
sumac or shade grass?

blades and hatchets
merge with muscle
air infused with sunlight
whispers warmth across the crown
of rose of sharon

one bud unbows its head
chartreuse grey-veined sepals stretch
makes way for the blossom

IV. (To sleep, perchance to dream)

i've been here before
dim light glows pink off the live ones
dusty pigments pinken up the dead ones
they don't call them icicle roses for nothing

see how the pink gold threads
forming candles in the misty carpet
bare pink-gold candlelight
reflected warm yet wan
The color of birth
dimmed to pallor

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.