Kunst

each brush stroke a thought
from a palette of desires
exposed to the light

Intent

that I may undo you with simply a word
with phrases said softly, intentions unheard
that I may impart each wish and each need
with only a whisper planting the seed.

that I may undress you with but a glance
looks traded between us in visual dance
that for those few moments the knowledge is clear
a pact pure between us, a promise sincere

Shore

in solitude at day’s end
alone upon some windswept shore
I think of tomorrows left to me
and yesterdays I’ll see no more
but in this moment with the sea
lost in commune with the tides
it reminds me in their ebbs and flows
how past and futures must collide.

impermanence : always unfinished

the priestess of eternal night
leads prayers against my certain days
that I lay safe and free from harm
is slave to her capricious ways

Taste

these words she inspires
taste like sweet wine on my tongue
temperance be damned

Pastoral

between the birdsong
the sounds of our lovemaking
pastoral passions

Oil

like oil on water
the colours of the sunrise
push away the night

Frame

wear but lace for me
held in a gossamer frame
as the purest art.

finger painting

she circles downward
mixing colours blending hues
within my desire

Unfinished Mermaid Song

in the lake,
at Heaven’s Gate
there lived a mermaid fair
and I would gaze,
on sunlit days
upon her swimming there

one morn I spied
to my surprise
she looked back for a while
and swam to me
most gracefully
to drown me in her smile.