The Delicate Evidence of Nature

She touched her

in parts of her heart

she had previously reserved

for disappointment.

She touched her skin

with a tenderness

she had only seen

in the delicate evidence of nature.




Indeed, darling...
Desire comes first, through anticipation....
Delicious: the memory of your fingertips,
Decadent: are the expanses of my imagination:
Indulging in the knowledge that your touch, would exceed 
the salacious boundaries of my expectation
to reclaim my sensuality by…


Momentary Flame

I have searched for
the fire fantasy
of a heart set ablaze,
for that singular moment of bliss
when we kissed,
you touched my skin,
I've searched for it, my entire life...
it was discovered, though, now, unattainable....
For even…


Ambrosia Nectar

Savor my Ambrosia nectar  inside your gorgeous lips,  drink me in, as the holy living water  that sustains the thirsting of your soul;
with parting lips exclaiming ecstasy,  electrical fingers claiming my hips, take me in…

Forgiveness: Blue Heron Heart Flight

After light was shed
upon your hurt:

A little scared boy,
beaten and bruised,
abandoned at the
next foster home,
and the next, 
and the next,
your innocence
stolen, too.
You didn't know better.

I forgave you,
for touching…

Deaf Ears, Blind Hearts

Often brave words fall
upon deaf ears,
and blind hearts:
yearning to accuse,
than rather accept
their own shortcoming, 
a refusal to submit
to divine love and peace.

Let their hearts be changed,
in that blood,
washed clean,
open to…

Beat The Fear Out Of It

When the Sun shines upon the new day, 
we would know the tenderest love,
a blossom of hope,
a gentleness, 
out up 
from the rubble of an old, 
carnal heart, 
to reveal 
the glistening ruby 
Of holy love,


Old Heart, New Heart

Vile words spoken 
from the deepest crevice within
the darkest cave corner, 
but a blind amphibian, 
groping at the blackness,
flailing for the first thing it could happen upon
to slash with claws of fear and doubt:

This was…



Clear your heart of any residue
I may have left in there,
as I was only ever passing through.

There was no home for me there,
in your self-righteous nest,
you never made me a place to stay.

Desert of Solitude

Ride your arrogance
into the desert of solitude.......
where you find:
only yourself: your natural focus!
How convenient,
I hope you find 
what you seek, inside the grains where you sift,
searching for what was 
upon your heart 
from the…

A Perfect Covering

Cut from the same cloth,
we build this quilt:
piece by piece.....
we take it slow,
stitching together
a perfect covering
for us to shelter within, together,
to weather all of life's seasons.