Ocean Wind

The wind is violent,
Knocking, flapping and rustling,
Slapping, tumultuous
Rolling like waves
I am swept
Savoring the mad sea-breeze
Savoring life
Rolling the sweetness on my tongue
Palm fronds slap delicious
A storm is brewing
Ocean spray spits smartly
Birds give way
Mother Nature is respected here
Nothing is contained
To the Queen we all bow and give way
Glance furtively under slit lids
Perhaps her wake, her eye will pass us by
With no more than a slap or tweaked cheek
Her notice, her scornful gaze
Can turn our hearts to waste
Our lives to dust
Our ocean mother laughs at the weak
Barricade of glass
Her tinkling laughter can shatter dreams
But oh, her majesty
What glorious banners she weaves
To trail her horizon is fool’s folly
Her train may wreck,
Her abuses bruise us
But to behold her wake, her glory
Her tresses, her face
Risking defeat and death is
A small price to pay
Surfing the wind, surfing the sun
After all nothing remains the same-
And my life is but a mere passing dust speck
In the mote of her eye
Keep me here fair queen
Bowed by your feet
Please don’t rub me out-just yet
All sadness departs when I hear your music
In the rustling flapping of leaves
The ocean roars and thunder booms
Your symphony oh sweet dear
Your symphony this day
So priceless to pay
Melon rolls sweetly on my tongue
Drops of honey linger-a tart tang
Like a mermaid lying beached upon the sand
Gathering in the ancient hush of the sea
These rumblings of the planet
Sea spray bathing my face
Foam like the spurts of cum
From a loved one
Lovers embrace
The rhyme and song is ancient
I feel a soft hush rumbling lullaby
Sea song siren cry
The rhythm and lull
The beat like sex
An orgasmic crescendo
Again and again-my heart beats in rhythm to hers
The goddess of the sea
Surfing the sun, surfing the wind
Rays like waves splash my face.

Love is Too Hard

Love is too hard for me

It panics me
I can not breathe

My heart races and leaps

from my chest

Run away!
Get away!

Never look back.

My heart pivots and fidgets
and waits...

wanting you

to beg me to stay

to hold me close
to whisper and warm

Never let go.

But love is too hard for me

I can not accept this

Novel Sensation

I am not sure it is real

or Illusion

Can I touch it?
See it?
Smell or taste it?

My heart is shut away

locked in a box

made of ice

I want your love to melt away.

img src= 'Ice Heart' by B. Niro

There is No Resurrection

There is no resurrection
I need to bury and walk away
In the aftermath of an electric storm
White, fuzzy, slow memory
Grey ash on tongue from
The burned words of a lost year
There is no resurrection
Only nostalgic desire
As faded memories caress
Like ghost butterflies
Turning turning to dust
A funeral and burial
Walking away feeling light on my face
Today is the truth,
Yesterday an empty memory
A fallen star, a forgotten dream
A passing friend passes
Barely there and now gone
There is no resurrection.

Purging

Fading faces of quiet moon and blazing sun
Drown and die beneath the ocean

A distraction
Of titillating scenes
Neon lights and quivering skin
A pink wet road of empty fantasy

Green fog blankets mind
Making the great booming dirge of the day
Easier to tolerate

Cold shadow walls surround
Alone, arms outstretched
Only silence is found

Everyone and everything is only
Fluff and pompery
All cease to matter
Falling off the edge of the cliff
To nowhere

Claws pluck like the strings of a harp
And rusted swords are pulled from pale heart.

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.

The Lonely Wind

Creeping Willow
Dancing tendrils
Dancing in the tender wind

Warm sighs grace the skin
To let him in or keep him out
Branches part, and links unlock

Scraping thorns
Cutting in the tender wind

Eyes redden
Blood flows
Drip drip dripping
In the cutting wind

Hollow wounds
Gaping mouths
Silent screams crying
In the freezing wind

The flame puffs out
Branches close
Links lock tightly
In the lonely wind.