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…

His dancing water lily

the deep arch in her backbending only for your eyeslong slender legs adorningdazzling reds of sleepy sunwater reflecting a silhouettesilk soft like butterfly wingshis dancing waterlily, his lovetrees purr to her able splendorknowing he will be ever tenderwith each move, his heart surrenders