ripe
sensuality of scintillating energy
coursing through my body
as egg presents itself
high inside my core
softens my skin
opens my pores
the light and air
pour right through
in and out
over and over
again
sensuality of scintillating energy
coursing through my body
as egg presents itself
high inside my core
softens my skin
opens my pores
the light and air
pour right through
in and out
over and over
again
single red rose
amidst the blazon of thorns
black and twisted
against the night
droplet of blood
of life
of wisdom
amidst the chaos
amongst the daemons
coexisting
with the strife
i cannot pick you
put you in a vase
to keep you with me
keep me safe
and yet the knowing
that you are living
means none of this
has gone to waste
taste
of the infinite
intermingled
with your flavor
sense memories
of the last time you touched me
culling me from sleep
with soft kisses and soft skin
i am shy and you are playful
and I let go of my armor
and let you touch the place in me
i didn’t know i had
are you listening? are you out there?
i keep trying to say this
yet before the words rise through me
it is already here
palpable, experiential
aliveness coursing through me
the interconnected matrix
that animates both you and me
we touch it now together
even if I never meet you
we share this same breath breathing
that’s been breathed since long ago
my verse it may be awkward
not polished nor articulated
yet the gist of what I’m saying
is as deep as any well
i’ll keep calling into silence
and someday my words may reach you
and even if you never hear them
just know they speak to you
thin membrane
surface of skin
slit
between my breasts
by crescent moon nail
of your curled pinky finger
light escapes
bursting out the crack
peeling back the layers
radiating through the space
where my boundary used to be
a lover without a lover
is like an artist without a form
aching to express
the dance we were born to share
it cannot be just anyone
only ones who recognize
the magnificence of the dance
animating space between us
that dance can last a lifetime
or only just one day
it is not time that defines us
but intimacy
our eyes meet in the marketplace
and walking down the street
the light flashes between us
we know one of our own
i am looking for you, lover
you that come in a thousand forms
and when we meet again
i am ready for you
secret lovers
passersby
on busy NYC street
without skipping a beat
he winks
and she blushes
the whole world
of silent knowing
conveyed
in the blink of an eye
then blend back into the maelstrom
sensitized
to the breath of air
sliding across skin
