Flaming Sunset Now Live On HotelMasticadores

touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers   space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…

My New Poem “Beauty”

her curse     like white egret orchid calla lily, breast milk of hera, wife of zeus mandarin-claret leaves whirl fall kisses savory cheek     beauty her curse silence sings in black notes scripting letters in the sky emotions bleed     barren sigh