What comes with knowing

Hush
Faint breathe stirs the reeds
Dance pained revelry
Somber
Placed careful step

Faint
Leaves clatter against each other
Heat sears flesh
Woke to heel slashing earth
Arms raised in supplication
Words drift to too blue sky
A hum barely heard

Clatter of bones thrust in almost flight
Catching air before crash to earth
Clothes plastered to flesh
Pushed into place
Exultation to the darkening sky

Storm clouds bully their way through the heat
Stealing the sun’s tormented pleasure
Dancers join
Quickened by succor

Lightning flashes
Half second rumble proclaims

I HAVE COME

Storm sings a lament
Tears slash open across the face of the world
Stomp, step
Seared ground
Dust splashes upwards
Displaced
Turning slowly to mud

What was called is risen
And a woken storm
Sings counterpoint
Rumble, flash

Deep throat undulations
And still they dance

Soft pressure molds the valley

I won’t touch you
Won’t sit in a dark room
Watching actors
We
Hold each other
Won’t feel your head on my shoulder
Won’t feel the pounding music bleed away
Straining for your words
Fingers trace across your skin
Kisses to lips
Forehead
Cradle your hand in mine
Kiss your palm
The uninhibited laugh at some phrase that buoys me up for days
All this
Lack
Builds
Heartbeat of need
Wells up
Breaks surface
I wear it naked in my gaze
That lingers too long on the pale sweep of your neck

Split Sky Chapter 2.2

Sun held

No touch
No hand caresses
No arms hold
Thus the almost….
Almost palpable weight of heat
Pressing against flesh
Heavy
The only touch I know
Say I’m a lizard
To cover
The need
For you
For the twirls of fingers
Absentmindedly playing
For all the days of desire
Lost but for the sight
Of you

Split sky Chapter 2.1

Slow, pulling us forward

If it were as simple as sex
But I don’t know how to be easy
How to do uncomplicated
Wind my heart
In sympathetic binding
Draw you close
Hoping for more
Because less was never my forte
Always that extra step
Slow but forward
The maelstrom quiets
Waiting for response
Drowning out words
Borne of hope
In the tracery
Of eyes

Symphonies begin with a single note

Precision breaks down
Passion steals fire
Tendons writhe waking
Dreams

Inside
Two become whole
Surface from what was to
Shattered silence

Artless in frenzied glory
Panting breathe spilling out
Just begun

Let time stop
Waves and undulations
Wake tired minds

Demonstrate harsh lessons
In gentle bites
Hands making
What the foolish call sin

Lust wakes in the heart of love
Turn banked fires to lava
Inexorable
Until spent
Again and again

Skin and mind too sensitive to continue
Hold you close
Taste sweat
Quench thirst

Never enough