Rivers and streams
Like the nature
Love flows from a high point of intrigue
To the end of a lover
Emptying salt onto the earth
But not before shaping the surface
Leaving permanent perfect placement
Of what is, was and is to come again
Making paths for new journeys
The richest deposits in the delta of our experience
Spontaneous occurrence
Seductive skin
Parabolas of life and light
Flicker in black and white
From elevated locations
The pursuit flows downward
To extinguish and evaporate like the wind
That carried you in.
Ouroboros
Shadows and Light
Light and form marry time and place, in that narrow gap and space, two souls can learn to collide and exist in a moment that is transformed into pressing pause on the tormenting with craft of heart’s blunder in past and subduing the uncertainty of the fragility that could be at the root to fingertip crush of love. The cold clings against creviced folds of skin like steel shadows in darkly lit places of wretched souls where no light can sway the staffs of masks from their own ill stained hands. Aware of the moment, sharp and heavy on the tongue with every pension of its fleeting air as moves over and leaks from the feet of luke warm water down the drain, slipping away to be buried beneath the earth, carried and dropped in some desolate place, sojourned out like the salt on the shores of rocks. Set afire with colors of amber and flaming golds, the galleys drop and leave open voids of space where once brilliant cambers met in great explosion, outstretching limbs before each of them. The bridge is set fire to where we have been, smoldering smokes begins to clear as the sun begins to rise again.