I will likely always remember her face Lit by the fall sunset From the West side During the fall of our fiery empire. She looked at me as if I was still her queen As if she could still become All that her words had been promising me For so long now Her bright eyes… read more
#1 I am FIRST, a dancer!!! And, It goes way beyond clubbing, Though that scene continues STILL To release the wilderness within my heart And, the untamed empathy coursing through my bones, That aches for constant expression. Dancing has always fed my revolution; The starter gun shot for my quantum leaps of consciousness. It’s personal.… read more
Even on perfectly dry days, You can tell she is a bike commuter The way the steam rises from her hair (rife with river winds, dark breezes and auto exhaust) The vapor of the urban rain ascending from pavement… Mixing with her own curing earthen air… Teasing my nostrils to open towards her so that… read more
The Opening She doesn’t know that I wake To watch her, For a few sunrise exposed moments. I feel the quake of this crush coursing through me. I could almost reach out to touch her brow, Her bone, Her breath, Her heart’s beating story. Almost… But we have yet to learn that rhythm… read more
Handwritten Letters I wake to the wait of her body Resting with a quiet impatience for my response to her call. Her lips full of love letters… Hand and tongue delivered to my sleepy front door. She’s been ringing the bell to no avail and now, She rests on my rising heartbeat… Her unconscious cooing… read more
Her skin holds the same golden glow as A Sicilian afternoon spent caressing ancient pillars Of that Grecian temple in the Valle dei Templi… Such a long walk outside Agrigento… Such a long time ago… My hands leisurely traced the contours of her frame And, remembered those once rough columns; Now, worn into a… read more
I’m not afraid anymore, Like so many have said before. I can finally feel it settle into my marrow. My heart still strains a wee bit under its weight, Sometimes… But that terror no longer chases me into the arms of another Mistake… Or at least not for very long… I’m not afraid… read more
This Field Trip 