No quagmire or quicksand
exists in pleasant pastures
where life’s frames hold no power
to limit expanse of ardency
and amour’s affinity
which inhales beyond mere breath
all the colors of meaning

Elsewhere slips by degrees
closer a welcome doorway
where invitations surpass
fine calligraphy embossed
on parchment temporary

What full life has lead towards
presents itself in rewards
with eyes informed ahead of time
by what spirit sees sublime

And I feel it within quickened heart
stirred by love’s magic above art

And I hear it beckoning soft to ears
seeking to unravel riddles and fears

And never could I fathom its true density
though soul soars content with intensity

And it could not be merely random rarity
which has brought to my being such charity

breath’s bedrock; compulsory
to consciousness,
irreplaceable.

needed beyond organic thought;
she is necessary.

her pivot pierces all placement
prompting sweetest dreams,
to leave me panting.

she is permanence persisting,
paramount in the core of me

my love is potent
not predisposed to fracture;
and prerequisite to any future.

as she holds my pulse,
never have i felt more red-blooded.

Slender spine so imperfectly crooked;
but who would ever want Pisa straightened out?

I imagine firm foundations hold you anchored,
to blueness existing in sky above.

I imagine invisible crowds cheering silently,
as you lean directly towards my center.

I have some ancestors from Iberia,
your peninsula seems more romantic.

Purple absconds with fantasy to crystal palace
retaining layers of violet silken hours
as amethyst adornment for trickled senses
forged in life’s suggestive mulberry fireplace

Purple is soul’s enigmatic regal color
uncloaking realms of mysterious desire

image credit: Flying with no wings by manips-of-artist2

Why are the local constabulary,
always eager to shine their light on me?

I walk with thoughts of o-ring tragedies
and various other things I remember from the eighties,
surely showing no criminal intent;
briskly passing with four am coffee.

Is it merely because of the late hour,
or does officer friendly view me shady?

figurative doom
polarizes destination
emergent of evaporation

though determination
crafts an invisible halo
not cowered by inevitability
or possible futures imperfect

this crown though unseen
does not hold reserve qualities
instead remaining hidden honor
of humanity’s true intention
which is to taste of harmony

no menace can rob majesty
nor sever instances when
I realize wordlessly
kismet’s blend is not enemy
and all may be navigated
with proper consort

While in contemplation of fruition
lamplight disintegrates
as I pass familiar landmarks
fairly close to midnight
with sun in sky rising

Never has moon seemed so versatile
as it parleys with fascination
to create not eclipse
but salvation

While cherub stars mimic mars
within intensity of closeup crimson

Lent toward true comeliness perfect form,
That stunning beauty shines from thy mirror.
Making a smile to cause thine own heart warm,
Is that vision I wish to see clearer.

For it is my heart that ever races,
At sweet thoughts of thy visage so stirring.
My soul after love’s soft dear embraces,
That most tender place I am preferring.

And it is myself full of held longings,
That would stand in stead of thy reflection.
As in thine eye’s sight I am belonging,
With my heart singing thy soul’s perfection.

O, to be an object held in love’s hands,
To show thee where truth’s beauty ever stands.

No queries trouble one thing beyond thought
though surety ever seemed dangerous device
to create vehicles which balance threads of life

Flushed with beauty which knows no bounds
But one image beckons eternity’s firm grasp
to grow yet even further from pale darkness

Her