rattling solanaceae

i crossed the border

left your sweet smiling face in my rearview mirror,

called it a day, slipped out of this 3^rd sunset

and into your deadly nightshade.

“datura!”, i call to the sky yet she cannot listen.

the cracks in my vocal cords

cause inaudible phonation,

unpenetrating to her thick intoxication.

intercepted tones reverberate through my roots,

transmitting agonizing chills

across that which twines ligaments to bones.

where were you so many moons ago?

quarter, half, full, new, red, blue,

waxing, waning; she eclipses the sun.

i lodge my being,

a foolish attempt to cleanse her turbidity,

only to arrive mantled in self-inflicted despondency.

she drops her veil against lumen’s abundance,

a hasty attempt to uphold the air of composed humility

fearing starlight’s crisp clarity.

soma, tainted by her taste,

her quivering lip, her perfumed sighs.

fixated i am,

her dripping tap calling attention to decoy.

“oh temptress, be brave and shut your dam!”

yet she cast her magic on another,

doubtful to be the last time.

you snag and tear my viscera,

an attempt to bleed my life force,

and quench your famished childhood thirst.

recoil your overgrown tendrils,

bar the dam!

undefined moments overdue

i am saturated.

mistakenly,

i offered up my earth bound flesh

to carelessly drown.

temporarily saddened,

she wraps her weighted amulet around my ankles and

bids me adieu.

while i plummet to a rayless situation,

air molecules escape

the boundaries of my mouth,

compressing my existence into one potentized

moment of central importance.

marked by the vacillating shape shifter,

i tow the remaining beats of my heart off the

inundated floor and hold it against the hollow,

where it’d belonged before.

the venom has ceased coursing,

and in this stillness, i’ve surrendered.

i sing out again

this time to a place within,

where language is non-essential;

the harp strums out my quintessential.

i fetch my breath and choose reanimation,

as this is no time for biodegrading.

side winding

blind sighted,

my heart minding my life unwinding.

at your collapse i unfolded into the past...

our dynamic you say, our power play.

manipulate, violate,

you’ve imprinted on me, corded to be everlasting in this scene.

emit your hues, each perfumed to play their tune.

sweet siren hook and sink me, clip my fins, drag me upstream.

let’s all take a deep breath, inhale the mercurial fumes.

undone, unknown, unfolding into this mess, completely alone.

implant your subtle caries, lace your volatility.

fixated on you, how silly of me to cling

while your precariousness leads me askew.

singed retinae, blurred focus,

sun-spots obscuring my internal direction,

a finale!  suppressed combustion, blinded by your inhibition.

the smoldering sun has lost it aurum,

i’ve dove for the last time into the shallow pit

of your emotional re-run.

let me put my hands in your earth

breathing

desnudo

in the sun

en la tierra

under a tree

you and me

on the moss

in the garden

aromatic herbs

buzzing wings

flowering blossoms

edible fruits

nourished hearts

sacred beings

reveling

ravishing

opening,

unraveling,

unfolding,

outstretched,

amantes

even though we're in our own process, i am still here

my heart is aching, strange dreams...
you are still in bed, sleeping,
weaving your process
as i sit in my own complication.

wild is the wind that blows this current,
wild is the heart
tampered is the mind,
but how do i continue on
while integrating both into this reality,
without leaving one behind?

uncertainty is now highlighted on the forest lawn,
pulsating, strong,
infiltrating my dreams...
of you i grow weary,
though i push forward
through your tangled mosh pit
with force and struggle,
desperate to understand
how are we're still serving one another.

you remove yourself and i begin observing,
skimming only that which applies,
circumventing like an angry child.
the shifts enter in so subtly!
how dangerous the hazards must be handled
in order to survive,
but don't i want more than this?
did "creating anew" already drain out
with the water of the bath?
how unfortunate my wand is out of commission,
stuck with glue to the glass
of my own ceiling.

sure, this will pass, it always does...
but how to navigate through the ever-lasting uncertainty
becomes my ingrown mystery.
to uncover rapidly is perhaps not possible
so just take it all in, patiently and
taste the multitude of flavors
on this merry-go-round
of grown-up make belief.

just be certain to stay afloat,
cause all too quickly
i've found myself underneath
being tossed around like a rag doll,
long ago having fumbled with the rope.

the rainbow increases its speed
undulating me around
exploring the many ways
to funnel flow through me with sound, color & light
all with great emphasis
on encouraging me to take flight.

passion blossoms

oh sweetness
i hear you calling,
from across the sea
your waves flow through me.

and i feel you near my soul,
in my heart beating full -
you lift me up
oh sweet Venus!

gentle tears rolling down
flushing my heart
cleansing the ground
only to unite with source
back to the sea, sweet Eros.

trust i am with you,
your deepest heart knows!
allow the mind to rest,
making no attempt to canonize
or decipher the codes
for there is no drop of ocean harboring the best!

expand in love,
love it all,
as it is the everything
which only exists
when we are limitless.

i will love all of you
without yanking you apart
like a taxidermist,
who has unknowingly
squandered the heart.

i see you in me
i see me in you,
the passiflora vines weave curiously
to see each other anew.

we dance as a life force
to the collective drum,
pulsating together
in harmonious unison.

nectar

oh goddess!
oh sweet ecstasy!
i am on FIRE for you!!
i am blazing
drunk on your alcohol,
saturated by your nectar,
roaring & inextinguishable!

4am poetry inspiration

i felt the intensity, the pulling,
to crawl into bed with you.
oh, and the nasty things i'll do with you!
the ways i want to be with you!

my hands wrap around your every inch
my fingers will memorize your texture,
your topography.

my pelvis arches up
though you are not there to receive me.

i will wait patiently
for these early days to ripen
until i am beside you again.

til then,
my spirit swirls around yours.
beautiful hues surround you
golden weaving thread
i weave to you.

from my bed
sweet nectar flows.
from my garden
fertile grounds sew.

incubating patiently for the time when
cultivation will be,
on our menu
again.