unlocked

i tell you of my day;
the turning of rain to frost upon twilight's windows
the fierce duality of my contentment
the friction of bone upon sinew
i tell of the taste of field honey on my tongue

i ask you things temporal & temporary
things eternal & of dark mystery
things rising & falling
things unspoken & chanted under stars
i ask for morsels of your ordinary

i sit in patient presence of the sublime
transcendent love
transcendent simplicity
transcendent songs
i sit with you in the secret garden of evermore 

where it takes you.

two
panes
of
glasses
lying
parallel
to
another
suspended
in the white-late-december-almost-there-almost-not sky
frosted gray blankness rising
to
a secreted waning winter moon

between them
miles of stark cold nothing-everything
two panes of glass
slick
smoothed of want
pressed in transparent pain
wakened to knowing
love resides
in
the
space
between
snow falls silently residing in
the smooth corners of
whispered delight
press
hold
cold becomes the night
becomes the glass
rise
hold
darkness the great equalizer
and
we stars

post

windows hastily opened
apple cider afternoon
mercury-dripping
dipping to cool words inked
black on white
cut-out in ice perfections slice
in five/four time
cool me ....
cool
so neatly the burn lies folded under the tabernacle pillow
gray velvet peeking
broke open by words
dripping--
black on white on wildly beating hearts
five/four time crashing about the overcast day of gray
open
cooled.....
breathing
frost forms upon the glass
cool me

hollowed ground

figs lay there upon the ground;
marzipan & acorns
a fairytale of scattered words
to the fallen frost
a promise
a night
a light
spoken charms & curses
steam rising from fermented dreams
bundle up tight
tangle the wool-weave tight to your heart
stand with me
upon this sacred place
stand;
broken whole
tokens of mystery
taken
shaken from
your fist--sugar-dusted figs thrown
offered to stars
as talismans
a promise
a gift
to a winter moon shrouded by clouds & expectation
hidden from sight
ringed by particles of golden light
this night

brew . . .

Wolfsbane, salvia,saffron thread
3 breaths of moonlight encircle the bed
Polaris softly beckons on galaxies shore
Venus brightens & sits at my door

Copper & bone true mordant tight
pain sharply nudges to awaken our flight
sage & bittersweet plucked, tightly bundled
Patrón & melissa measured & muddled

Drink it up!

Happiness waits on edges of teal
as we punish self for crimes temporal or real

Let go

acknowledge the toll on your heart
all glory, divinity
and
raw missing parts
humanity is born from shadows & light
happy is worthy of this soul-saffron fight

So,
drink the cup of forgiveness steeped in stardust
raise your glass
taste the thunder
and step closer to trust

maintenant

... brushes against me
like violet tulle upon skin left in the sun too long
startling in its edges, wakeful in its harshness
i am poised on the late day cusp of nearness
closer to the fire of being
resonating to the beat of living
waiting no more for the knock upon my door
upon my heart
i am the door
i am the one i've been waiting for ,,, 

JUXTAPOSED

There was a time
when i was content to be suzy-chapstick-shortcake
butterfly pink
frosted
pretty polished shiny
as the chrome on that 1958 beige rambler
that sits idle in that driveway--
there
there ....
perfect
forgotten
smelling like my mother's tabu & pendelton sweater
pearls & bonanza all wrapped up like a present ...
your present
waiting to ferment,
simmered .
age does that....
this time
today
now
i am gypsy-crazy
intently wandering for something dark & blue
my core of pierced truth
draped in broken fragments of my eternal pixie-vision
the desire
to stand awash in the blood, bone & breath of all that has come before
and all that lingers
pulsing beyond the borders of
this knowing
this time ...
awaiting only my own blossoming
dragon-blood fire thick & ethereal as an approaching thunderstorm
whirling
learning
growing
reaching
not content
not pink
but tangled in blues
greys ,,,
yearning into the far empty corners of my want
gypsy-crazy
as i intently desire .....
wakefulness