WHERE THE OCEAN SPRAYS
where the ocean sprays
its cool breath
upon
volcanic
j
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g
g
e
d
rocks
you'll find me cutting
my toes
searching
its dark
s
u
r
f
a
c
e
for the
Dreams
i once
tossed
a
side
in bottles
floatfluttering
up on white
foamy froth
but my arms
are too
short
to catch them
before they
shatter
(piecesflyingabout)
my toes
SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT BECKONS ME
Something in the Night beckons me
To edge my way down its streets
Without a flashlight, or reflective clothing
I cannot hide in the day, so I hide in the Night
I am neither dangerous nor frightened
Only curious to know why you hide the moonlight
And starlight behind smog and pallid light
Have you forgotten the wonder of Night's sky?
The brilliance of Milky Way in her shrouded gown
The merging of star path and star light
Inexorably spinning her magnificent wheel
Silently holding court adorned with innumerable gems
I am in turns possessed and lost in her depths
She releases her secrets in spare moments
Only to the tender touch of these adoring eyes
Which spend their nights apart with her
Waiting to see her smile
URBAN COYOTE
This urban coyote
Pays a visit early morning
Under a sharpened scythe of a moon
Creeps round my bushes
Like he's moving in
The cats that screeched under my window
Have gone to tussle on other grounds
And leave the coyote his domain
Rich in new delicacies
While he crouches
Silent and imminently present
He carries his daggers
In a pouch out front
Ready when the moment flashes
Like the silver reflection
His blade gives off
As it passes through the night air
Grim thrusts make crimson droplets
Splatter the grassy canvas like Pollard wanted
A random purposeful pattern
Blots and streaks settle gently in the display
He appraises his work momentarily, finishes
Yelps his quiet triumph and wanders away
THE BRUSH OF YOUR HAND
The brush of your hand across my shoulder
Sends fire into my cheeks, burning away
My confidence, waning as the sun over the horizon.
I would chase you until morning
Dazzled as the night brightens your strawberry hair
Undone by the moonlight framing hazel eyes that
Always smile against a masterpiece rendered
In countenance, sublime in its glowing reflection.
Let my love rest beside your form, holding
Tightly your features till dawn snatches
You from my grasp, and memory dreams
Along the snarling contours of day.
I await the night and the fragrance preceding your touch.