Haunting Storm

Black clouds move swiftly
Swirling chaotic wind
Bright green flashes of light
As the storm comes in

Into my mind he dances
With pale moon face and black vapors
Hiding green flashes of lightning

A dry storm of hidden tears
A biting lip, a hug to self
All rain kept tightly in
This storm that haunts me

I hear his thunder roar
And shield my eyes from his flashing light
And hide my face from his rain; his pain

But black mists graze my cheek
And pushing wind makes me weak
I let his rhythm carry me deep
This storm that haunts me

I fear going blind meeting that green light
I fear falling from that ephemeral grasp
Losing my mind, self and reason
I can never be his, so

It’s a wet booming crash
That doesn’t last
And dry as bone
I hug myself home
Eyes wide open.

Siren of the Soul

There is fruit I have not tasted
Of Pink tawny thighs
And peach-fuzz firmness
Heavy, round quivering mound
The delicate petals of her flower

My deepest dark desires
Have laid buried deep asleep
Queer thoughts and fantasies
But a sweet discovery
In the uncovering of me

Inch by inch new jewels lay naked
Glistening gold and sparkling gems
An old crown long forgotten
A broken mirror to be pasted

Revealing my constant muse
Sweet siren of the soul
She sings from cold caverns deep
And wakens me from my sleep

Her hair is golden rain
With eyes of ocean pain
Her skin the smooth pale of shale
And lips like red wet satin bow

What is inside I wonder?
To untie to shivering delight
To delight in her wonder.