God And I Were Lost In Conversation

I had been entering the third day
Of my spiritual quest
I felt the sun on my face
I had been there a long time
I was surprised at how easy the fast
I watched the toddlers at the play ground
Time came to a stand still

I had no future no past
I could see the threads of heaven
Bleeding through the clouds
I became aware of being lost
In the ephemeral
Existence bubbled
Up and through the cosmic soup

I had just been notified of Desmonde's
Being dragged into the no more
I closed my eyes and could see
The sweat bleeding through his shirt
An image from ten years before
I felt sadness
And what is

Then I became
Painfully close to life's exit
I could feel the sucker
I heard him saying

'You have more time'
Somehow Desmonde's voice
Said take the moment

Not Enough

When we feed at the same plate
We compete for survival
Can it become too much
Can we bloat to beyond satiation
How long until we fall into oblivion
How long remains
The juice in our whistle
Does it taste
What happens to the carousel

Will I become a butterfly
Will I morph
Do my wings stretch
Against the wind
Do I live just a season
Do I recapitulate
In endless existence
When what happens
Is more than now

I look at those who drink

From the waters of existence
And they are satisfied
But my heart is not
I need to be in love
As pathetic as that might sound
I need an embrace
In these last few hour

Smoke And Mirrors

She is a magic master
She bins physicality
She arches and pirouette's
Her sinus floats
Makes her buoyant in the milieu
Effervescent in the cosmos
She evaporates into the heavens
I reach for the mist of her tail

My hand clutches her tail
Only to sink into the misty night
I've come to the empty grasp
It's just that I don't know
If it is my hand
Or her tail
That is translucent
I suppose it doesn't matter

It's just mist now
My eyes are just misty
I wonder if tears are diluted
In the mist
If the illusion of the heart
Simply mists into
The abyss
Will I have been something

I Am The Rose At Sunset

Billowing clouds at sunset
Bulbous and swirling
Into a rose meringue
Lighted from the sun's set

The red lake almost asleep
Is waiting for the kiss
From the heart of the sky

Will it rain
Will heaven's tear drops
Be moist on my dry skin
Will the rose colored light
Permeate my soul
Does it matter that I transcend
My breath is warmth

I can feel an embrace
I feel the hug of love
In all of this
My isolation has brought me
To the meringue of the rose
The syrup is dripping

Through my beard

When Here Is There

Sometimes there is no transition
Where beginning is the same as end
Time is an illusion
We think we exist between
Here and there
But what if there was no

Measurement

Forget the argument
That we would have to invent it
Just breathe
What if we were everywhere
At once
You might think
This wasn't normal

What about life
That is not in this realm
I remember my grandmother
I remember her kindness
Against the backdrop
She is dead to this world
But she is vividly alive in my heart

When Sex Is Everything

I see the sun's light
Dancing across your skin
I see shadows hi lighting
Your delicate structure
My eyes drink in the
Landscape
My nostrils flare
In your florescence
With musk
My saliva beads
In my mouth
I think it
Can be said
You are everything

Time has stopped
The winds have ceased
The rains wouldn't dare
I can see our connection
In your eyes
I can see your command
To drink
Before we begin
We have begun
I am lost in heavens
I am skipping over
The clouds
I'm dreaming about the
Pollination

Ridge Fingers

My hands are cold
The ice has made them inflexible
The bones that hold the meat
Also support the ice
If you break the ice
You decapitate my finger
But we both know the finger
Is dead

Death is not respectable
I understand

Close your eyes
I see your fridge shudder
I know the draw of the curtains
But I am frozen in the
Freeze

If you bend my fingers
They will break off
Into the no more
This was the hand that held yours
That blotted your tears
That caressed you

That loved you