January 2010
December 2009
I search for your hair like gold in the rain You shock me with the ecclesiastical ecstasy my nose finds dipped in the coffee beans secluded between your crop of braids
Sage burns around the trails of sugarcane my fingers make near your crown.
I caress the soil and soul of you in a storm of locks and find you to kiss the silent lightning near your ear.
I find you, to discover a mist of roots...
On the walkway above the summer creek we touch and kiss, your hand cups the long smooth muscle of my back, we move to the pulse of valve and blood. Our bodies urge us, they say yes, and oh yes. But the waiting is so sweet we choose it, we linger at each brush of lip on lip as if it were new wine, to be rolled around the mouth before we swallow. Once, anticipation was something to outrun. Now...
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The first time ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes, And the moon and stars were the gift you gave To the dark and empty skies, my love, To the dark and empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth, I felt the earth move in my hand, Like the trembling heart of a captive bird That was there at my command, my love, That was there at my command.
The first time ever I...