Euphoria

I.

Fingers
voices
tickled thin
through wires
atlantic to pacific
long be fore
eyes brushed
lenses

Landing
disheveled
with a sigh
bags mislaid between
holy land
sinners paradise
tentative

We
easing in two hot water
hastenings hinderances
humble
springs

You
pining
perfect portraits
possible futures
it was not me
you hungered for

I thirst fore
she who yearns
juice of my fruits
unfettered imperfect

II.

Black rock
pale dust
liquid heat

too much
two much
too high

Dark steamy
sweat-soaked sex
taboos shattered
myths exposed
truth
revealing
nakedness

Returning
car rivers
flowing through lost angels us
downshift
reverse

III.

Calendars cruise
years into minutes
and all our yesterdays
fade infinite

Again you fall
out of sky in too
my home
my bed
my heart
my head

Where have you been, and who are you?
not she who I recall in dreamemories

You
journeyed
sacred temples
built of fire
dined
blessed fruits one
taste opened heart
blossoms
trailing petals

IV.

lately

eye wonder ponder

who what where when
we next
and next
or
next?

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Angelica

I.

Vulnerable
in room of mostly strangers
Greg said
connect
eyes with someone

My gaze
yours locked
dam fractured
deluge of emotions
coursed forth

Later
stoned on
days passing
marijuana
and you
we connected
yet
didn’t

As these words pour
on page
why?
becomes present
only meaningless
answers
come

Fate
sadistic trickster
put us together again
partners
completing our circle

II.

You called
everyone
and only my voice
alone
calling back to you

Ocean pounds
her merciless
purpose
turning rocks to sand
the cliff
remains

Who were those people
you and eye
how can we be they
who slipped through fingers
into pasts
so long
ago?

Born anew
vulnerable again to each other
energized
butterflies
who once met
as caterpillars

That girl
I knew
namesake of my first true love
evaporated
burned away
heat searing
her
changing her
into Angelica

And now
in dark silent spaces
eye see
Angelica
Angel
dozen-petaled lotus
enveloping me
filling an empty place
I’d forgotten to fill
all lotuses blossom
until sun
rises out of his bed
greets us

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Uma

I.

Lustfully
searching
sex whores satiation
devouring desires
goddess
red hair
upturned
perfected
nipples

Yet
calling
more than
rawanimalust

From
Khajuraho
you called
sacred Sanskrit sounds
reawakening
remembering
long lost dreams

II.

We began

…sometimes…

sacred
enacting
divine contact improv
wands with in
temple’s radiant embrace
bursting light
prisms
thunder
shuddering
involuntary fractals of life

…sometimes…

profane
gorging
mosh pits of fuck
cocks thrusting
pussies slick in
splurging cum
sweat
heartbeats
biting
hungry arrows of passion

…sometimes…

soaring
above
golden paths
intwo glorious
magical mythologies
manifested

…sometimes…

engulfed
beneath
blue torrents
a part and abject
cloaked currents
continue

We

in downpour
of anger
unspent

ended

III.

Completions
without endings

All my lovers
ought thank you
both
divine dreams
deadly daggers
you were my
crucible forge

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