golden arrows

i feel like a 70’s mermaid

my solar plexus a stained glass 

church window smashed with a million

colors scattering

my heart made of glass and concrete

little bits of black moon dust

hands with blue veins

calloused and scarred

from living and working

melancholy music pouring like

water notes out of my body

i’m lonely like a cavern

brittle to the touch

you came like a hot heart

bringing life but out of reach

i can see what i need

but hard to grasp

a skeleton of muscle

and starry white teeth

young bones 

lips like cherries to eat

hair like golden arrows

bright in the daylight 


how epic is your youth

once remembered

time and bruise


orbiting daydream

little wisdoms removed

or gained into succession

at the traveling time-warp

do you long to peruse 

through the dissonant landscapes

where fellow man 

cannot touch

earth’s spine

for fear of decline

issues or morality

become irresistible

we want to know 

the day of our own death

but we cannot

so we bask

in the sun rotting

fruit and leaves

of the day


and yearning to be free



a secret interlude of praise

watching the heart unharnessed

yesterdays filled with abandonment on the run

escaping that vacancy

going towards a majestic prayer

i’ve seen him unfold to me

the life of kings and queens

there’s not an ounce of betrayal

in this blood

but that of a fluid faith

a calm center

rolling devotions with praise

leaving her unharnessed

in rapture

curvature of life

i love you

like the waters fall

on smooth rocks

creating a blue oasis

of togetherness

and retreat

for sanctuary

for cooling skin

when life becomes too much

i love you like

the steamy humidity

caresses the green silky leaves

vibrant and intoxicating

to the touch

curvature of life

blossoming in the wild

i love you

like the grey rocks

tumbling in the frothy waves

powerful and afraid

of being overtaken

pulled by a luminous current

at sunset but at ease

in your embrace

i love you

like the moonlight

kissing the shore

sure and able and transparent

in the night

where truth resides

in the infinity

of our yearning

i feel him there

abruptly awoken by the pangs

of dreary skyscapes

fear becomes colored

in an audacious breath

for battles of internal children

the sweet victories of dream time

uncovered and swollen with secrets

so i mime my way through hazy pathways

an inner boldness of grace

golden eyes that stream silence

through my raging desperation of aches

to constantly seek a lover

even in solace he nears

imaginary in presence

of a warm surrounding veil

i feel him there

tears that crumble

i feel restlessly still

patiently stern

awkwardly strong

illuminated darkly

showered in tears that crumble

with the breath of my smile

listlessly in touch

with my own wandering

abandoned and yet lifted onto a throne

of brilliantly shimmering gold streams

that coil night rains

they sneak away and dream soiled

dampened by the sea’s emergence

wakefully tousled

embedded with jewels

that reflects the light

swallowing colors inside

and pulsing the moon’s silk

into my presence absently

i stare out of fish bowl windows

to dancing clouds