Prelude............
If I could once
be the Moon
lover of stars
caresser of the sky
making indecent proposals
to Jupiter
bringing healing
to Mars
To rapture and dance
above star lit heavens
known to you as streets
casting pearls into your wine
known to you as oceans
to breathe once divine
into your romances
into the night of your Gods
known to you as lovers
If I could once be the Moon
just once and then no more
I would bedazzle and shine
leaving you in peace
before I made love
to the Sun
These next few poems were inspired by dreams of sparsely clothed intertwining unions with lovers past and those of my imagination in the chambers of night visions and conjunctions conjured from heat infused sleep.
I had a dream
that we were kissing
my tongue
parted your petals
and our lips
shared a smile
We fell softly
to the earth
where I heard
you moan
and you
felt me
become stiff
How much I craved
our liaison
in this dream
but chose instead
to open my eyes
for fear
I would never
awake again
trapped forever
in your interior
from midnight
to midnight
to midnight
draining me
of all seed
until
I could
love you
no more
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The house
was one
I knew
from my childhood
Many others
milling around us
oblivious
to our intercourse
in plain view of our
demonstrative passion
I cannot silence
but only in the caress
of your thighs
when you wear
those boots
and naught else
We revel
in anonymous sex
and I want
not one drop
of blood you draw
from my back
licked
by curious members
of our
invisible
audience
The dew
of your pussy
conquers the aridity
of cruel summer
and rains upon
my fevered
anatomy
and hopelessly
engorged
headstrong
antenna
endlessly
searching
for the lost yin
cruelly severed
and discarded
leaving yang
to wither
and die
resuscitated
and reborn
as I come
breathlessly
into
your
eternal
mystery
--------------------------------
Tho not here
still you remind me
of last midnight
Even before
my eyes
arise
I am immersed
in a slumber
unsettled
grinding
your invisible hips
into the vortex
of pillows and blankets
stirring solitary
earthquakes
rattling pristine
china closets
resulting in cascades
of fractured porcelain
across unctuous sunbeams
kissing the chilled
darkened floor
Finally
bleeding
thick whiteness
upon my
quivering
skin
tremors
resounding
and recurring
until
silencing
the air
of this morning
temporarily
my love
Songs of winged minions
take to the sky
proclaiming of heat
emanating from
curtained windows below.
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I wake from a dream
to find you
gracing my sheets
with your nudity
concealed only
by your auburn tresses
and your ripeness
concealed
by
nothing
We share
heated breath
creating friction
drowning
our shared
and starved
wilderness
in a cascade
of sparks
culminating
in rapturous fire
and rain
rain
glorious
fucking
rain
Sweet dreams, dear ones.
All my love, always and forever.
Max
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