”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…

”Testimony” Now On Chewers Masticadores

  Testimony tangled tears unfold in burnt red leavesas October reins her tempest, sultry, yet encageddeciduous in nature, wool sweaters lose their sleeves,sanguine cheeks pale, your passion dies and empties me, enraged a hummingbird in torpor, my heart slowsyour frigidity bites like a rattler who yearns for heatlonely is my sinking vessel, not ministering where…

Complicated – A Collaboration With Nigel Byng

  Please read the above post by Nigel Byng a great story and then you will understand the poem below:    sauntering into class, why did love have to hurtporeless skin tenderly opens her heart’s doorfloundering in many endeavors trying to flirthis smell, taste, how she ached for more another daily meetup in detentionsoon, departing…

Her first “I love you”

tops of ancient trees gather timeless within the weighted breeze, they sing within a huddle hovering like flour in crispy air when buttermilk biscuit flour tosses with her love and song dancing like a last love affair you do not know her bare bones nipples sticking through thin threads no money for a bra, boys…

First Kiss – new publication on MasticadoresIndia

My First Kiss freckles rearranging erotic patterns on pale, poreless skincotton candy, and elephant ears dripping in sugar and butterair shifts smell mixing with scented moments, holds onto lifewhite eyelet dress clings to sun-soaked skin; its holes breathevirgin lips plump, yearn for a first kiss, weary of practicingguilty for praying for my first kiss, selfish…

Silent Summer

numbers dance in a blue sunsetdisappearing with the smell of youdistance between your front teethmine the same, a photograph of usour tears severing the stem of trust hearts dancing, our hide and seeklaughing in between seaweed gemssummers turning to dots on the wallsinging with bubbles, silence speaksmy love now, stem cut, gone for weeks  …

Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku

Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak   The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…

Hopeful hearts

  like ducks in rain, we went splashingkissing me tenderly melting fiery lips swellthrowing back our wet heads elatedly laughing my thin hips and round breast showwhiffs of lavender with a hint of musk smilespicking me gently skyward, touching my face slowhe will ask me to marry, he already knows I will say no exploring…