Crave

I want your ass
in my mouth
in my hands
I want to feed
on your flesh
I want to hear
your voice
freed from words
I want your flesh
Call to the Heavens
Ecstatic relief
Relief
Only this

Never Underestimate 
the Invisible War.

Why do you wish to possess beauty?

How is desire found
Warmly and suddenly now
Wet kiss of our lips 

The Strangeness of Dreams

To wake and remember
a dream is a rarity
What from these subconscious
worlds haunts us
compels us
and takes on the name
for our highest expectations
of ourselves
To occasionally glimpse
a world alien
or a world strangely
familiar in ways
words often fail
What are we telling ourselves
What do the unseen voices
of the farthest planes
wish us to infer
To wake
to sleep
so often do we
traverse this distance
do we know
where this moment is?

We Are The Architects Of Our Desires.

What Remains After

Forgotten loves and crushes
Moving forward
Selective amnesia
Days fall like soldiers
Faces with no names
Remembrances of touch
Fingers on intimate silk
Desire a warm creature
My hands on your hair

Toma'a

Don't care to be overwhelmed by the natural ease
Of a carefree smile
                               Yet
                                      I am
and it belongs to you


I have never told you


I am sure
               you don't know

about this intimate infatuation


Beauty can only go so far

and that is a hard-earned piece of wisdom

but in you I see

                         that duty to family

to responsibility

                          and most importantly

to honor the truth of yourself

Oh how endless I find your beauty

in such light


I watch mute from afar

Beauty reduced to base desire
Is no basis for lasting love.

If this present will not satisfy
there can be no case made for 
my presence. 

There is no reason to dream 
when I saw you standing before me

I dwell in the possibilities of my heart 
and yours

I cannot know
the current of your desire

though

I hope that our streams
may cross

Do streams cross
and empty into the salty sea

or do they run parallel 
like lines destined

to never intersect

Why do we desire beauty 
that is not ours to possess?

Loneliness is desire unfulfilled.

Apple

Bright red,

waiting for me to halve it,

the apple sat.

I cut it down the middle

only to see

writhing life.

Our only mistake

was to desire

the same thing.

Our desires are older than civilization.

Cellophane

Your cellophane heart cannot hide

its desires.

It beats and yearns

for the sky 

it wishes to kiss.

Save Me From What I Want

Save me from love.

Save me from intelligence.

Save me from good conversation.

Save me from beautiful women.

Save me from money.

Save me from success.

Save me from comfort.

Save me from reason.

Save me from a fuel efficient car.

Save me from personal achievement.

Save me from academia.

Save me from the perfect line.

Save me from records.

Save me from catharsis.

Save me from rock and roll.

Save me from friendship.

Save me from good sex.

Save me from peace of mind.

Save me from quiet nights.

Save me from lust.

Save me from professional renown.

Save me from warm beds.

Save me from good hugs.

Save me from passionate kisses.

Save me from family.

Save me from good beer.

Save me from dancing.

Save me from good books.

Save me from poetry.

Save me from heavenly voices.

Save me from travel.

Save me from passion.

Save me from the opposite sex.

Save me from comfortable chairs.

Save me from laughter.

Save me from charm.

Save me from clever wit.

Save me from inspiration.

Save me from an audience.

Save me from you.