Cold Fusion of the Mind

Cold fusion plugging my artery
Making its way into my brain
Locked in embrace
With two swines for dinner
Make me a salad if you please.

And a winedrop
Caressing the glass window
Spilled over with a passionate moment
Left a gray cloud
Hovering closely
To the carved portrait on the wall
With graceful messages
In times of need
To all those who took to listen.

And I never left the door open
To invite all the neighbours
Though they took all the mail
And ate the fridge dry
I wore my best suits
And tied my own tie.

Who listened when the podcasts were turned on?
Will the beet juice stain
Each keyboard with fury
Slowly running down the lips
Of the sweetheart
With eyes of translocation
Heavy on my mind.

So It Came (part III) (day 3176)

With Fear was brought in
An entourage
Of hangers on.
Inside of the homes
They began to use chemicals
Of every shape and form
To try and rid themselves
To feed the Fear
For they had deep inside
Allowed Fear
Their most private conversations.
They stopped touching things
Tactile senses were given
A lobotomy
Straight from the lips
Doctors orders.

Lost River (day 3144)

For what should not
Like the greens in Spring
Vines creeping
Up the sides of your leg
Moss involved in lineage.

Memory was lost
With blue-black baskets
That bobbed unevenly
About hands of ancient grain
Settling into the hallows.

And River flowed
With anonymous voices
That reached the trees
And clouds, boulders, and lichen,
And touched the lips
Of each those lost.

Golden Eyes (day 2983)

Feline looking back at me
Eyes as golden slits
White as snow could hope to be
Puffed lips that cleverly pursue
Delights to lick upon.
Inside those eyes a softness
Always an open thought looking back,
Tenderness in each step
When good company is there, present,
But when the night’s hour
Ticks down another day
Footsteps become loud thunderbolts
Cat’s meow into the night.

Madly In Love (day 2897)

I am madly in love with you
I forget what I’ve said
Because every day
Is a new devotion
To the woman you are
The woman you have always been
The woman you hide behind
The woman who scares you.
I wake up each morning
Whispering your name to the Gods
They call back to me
With gentle touches on my lips
And in those moments
Visions of our past
Float to my tongue
And the depths that you penetrate me
Take me sweetly, evenly
Softly towards a new day
That reminds me
Of the gentle harmony
I find myself in
When I watch the happiness spread
Upon your lips in front of me.

For You in Twilight (day 2824)

Remember, my sweet love
I have not gone too far,
The softness of my hands
Still reaches for your bosom.
Caress my softened heart,
It searches for you in twilight
While this articulated landscape
Shows the plan
I have been digging for.
My letters are still written
For the tips of your lips,
Exposing the little curls
Found inside your touch
That leave me sewn
Into a journal I’ve yet written.

Breath of Love (day 2798)

Marybelle how did you get over me?
Long eyes of Sadness filled Sky full
And Winds whispered my name
So Sun could not be heard
Tempted by Forgiveness.
There were ten thousand soldiers
Marching at Anger’s temperament
Neigh a moment too late
Though Fury hadst control
Of thine very hand that drew thy sword,
Thrashing at Ground’s dirt
Succumbing to no mortal sin
Lashing at no burdened beast,
Anger held within.
Dear Mary what cometh to thy lips
When walking darkened Forest?
Do raindrops find your angered brow
Do your limbs reach out and yell?
Or does each bird of song lay still
Found pierced with your wicked spear
Sunk for every breath of Love
You whispered at my name.

Desire (day 2774)

I desire to see more into you
Like a kaleidoscope on ecstasy
And the lips of an Angel by your name
Licking at my sun heart and strength.
I desire to find more of you
In spaces I can only explore with you
Like a shared decision on a busy road
Where hands are squeezed tighter
And memories imprinted in wind hearts.
I desire to become complete
Beyond what each book shares in detail,
For my typeset runs deeper and clearer
Than a dusty page could ever turn
And your bookmark keeps pages
In a fold you’ve yourself carved out.