Chapters:

4 Parts

WHERE THE OCEAN SPRAYS

where the ocean sprays

its cool breath

upon

volcanic

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               e

  d

rocks


you'll find me cutting

my toes

searching

its dark

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            f

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            c

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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.