Tag Archives: lovers
Dawn. The sea breeze, salt-fringed, rolls in through the opened glass doors, its damp fingers sifting and touching upon the cravings, rent and folds of our shared bare skin, It’s like home, you say, and this makes me dig my … Continue reading
Real lovers, brave ones, requite to the nth degree, nestled snugly in a hollow shaped to fit their bodies, they assume joint custody of Beauty as they fully twine and engage.
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste. (Photo by Brassai)
A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other: I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
The small, dark, wet comma clefting our words, is the bated riddle of love on God’s silver tongue.
There is no waiting, not really. Only bated suspension between commas, axles and imports; the spaces between lovers lie in fertile fields fed by small gods and nameless faeries who, by sacred squalls of weeping, consecrate the soil’s underlying reap. … Continue reading
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.