the map of the geography of desire,revealing a hidden world.traces the geographic coordinates oflove|lust -their intersections.the meridians pulse with energy,sweeping across equators, where careful choreographybecomes necessity,the tracing of a fingeralong a beloved throat,the sound a murmuring heart,the sudden catchin a soft cry. the small things -the devotion to place,not time.the deeper knowingthat comes with devotion,every … Continue reading °

The Seventh

This shared kiss, one body, one mouth,exclamations and proclamations, this tumbling tumult.This shared kiss, these shared lips. This shared breath.Sinking into verdant land, into this Garden. This shaking Earth. Writhing groaning gasping life.Frenzied motion and this quickening, this eternal -Tree of Life and the sacred fruit.Cojoined, erupting, ripe flesh and a quaking wood.

The Sixth

This kiss, my lips as gardener,feeding heat along a verdant trough,a flickering tool movingin hidden spaces, the private gate discovered.The flowering, once hidden garden, opening. Blooms rising, bursting,from rich, fertile earth,unfurling, rising, seeking heat -a full circle,a frenzied birth.

The Fifth

You, the screaming gale,pushing turbine blades thatrip and scratchat the arching back of insistent winds.The moaning on the threshold - the shaking of the doors. You rush and swirl,a zephyr gathering power,sirocco full of dusty heat, rage -your eyes a swirling whorl,eternal and consuming.

The Fourth

Your skin pressed to my lips,aqueous, a riverto seek along, driventossed and turned, your criesa guide, loons moaning along misty shores. I become your riverine captain,my fingers as recon soldiers, probingfinding inlets, egress and admittance -this combat, now mutual,this struggle overwhelms.

The Third

Time without end.We move through the twilight sky,through noctilucent clouds -swimmers in a sea of early night,ice crystals attaching to our skin, reflecting and becoming stars. Lights in the dark, whorls of stars,sparks flashing between our skin,the galaxy unfolding -our lips together, bodiesa new constellation. Guiding sailors across windswept oceans

The Second

The next kiss,I as your guide, my hands on yours,guiding into woods, through dappled sunlight,among moaning trees, cracking leavesthe scent of life breaking, birthing, burning. The wind that howlsand shakes the leaves,the rain upon the trees -my fingers curled in your hairtime without end.