"Pure Fat Lust ...

             under
             salt green dirt
             rose/buds whisper
             wild
             pink
             dreams."

"The Magic Voice Of You ...

melts my sex
like ice
warm
dark delicious man
embrace me
with
devouring
kisses
drink
my
liquid
perfume
slowly
pierce
the
throbbing
loin,
until
we
disappear."

"Sacred Joy ...

          
            as you smile
            Brilliant angel.
            I
            veil
            my
            naked
            wild
            desire."

"The Venetian's Wife"

"To the rhythm of our blood
  To the rhythm of our blood
  Drumming, Drumming,
  To the rhythm of our blood.
  Rain beating on my back,
  water running round your thigh
  to the rhythm
  to the rhythm of our blood.
  Climbing, Falling,
  through the drumming of the rain
  to the echoes of our blood."

  -from Nick Bantok's "the venetian's wife p.124"

"Marble Floor ...

double spiral staircase high ceiling chandelier crystal flute clinking soiree, late summer evening balcony view city lights mad energy floating up from street life below, flowing dry effervescent liquid gold down my throat hungry and curious, fetching, in green olive silk."

"Walking"

"crunching ambergold
underfoot
lungs full
crisp forest
air-breathing
dragons,
wind-kissed cheekbones
sparkling
smiling eyes
shaming the sunshine,
full red lips,
ripe,
for
biting."

"I Seek Comfort ...

in the silence,
in the still.
Alone with
Beauty,
I am renewed.

I go gently
to the
darkness,
knowing,
I will find
peace.

Once therein,
clarity.
Healing.
Freedom.
Strength.
Rebirth.

Nothing
there,
but
that which needs
Love.

Love liberates.
All.
pain,
anguish,
angst.

She
envelops
them.

Warms,
loves them
away.

Her love
Restores.

Always.
Always.
Always."

"Nina ...

smelling of sweet honey and vanilla stirred ...creamy white liquid heat rising from the bright blue saucepan, long black hair grazing her bare back... steam caressing her full exposed breasts. She liked to make chocolate this way... white cotton drawstring pajama pants slung low on her boyish hips revealing a golden slightly rounded belly... it made her feel natural womanly sensual.
Frederick was watching. Something about her smooth slim hips swaying back and forth slowly... strands of raven hair gently blowing... scent of warm milk boiling... he knew she wouldn't turn around.
With deliberate intoxicated steps reaching Nina still facing the stove... hungry expert hands cupping touching holding each luscious breast slightly dampened with steam, his hips against the small of her back, leaning chest against her shoulders and soft as butterfly... kissing... her neck ears mouth gently... tasting... every sweet nibble of skin. Nina lost in sensation continued stirring,  mixing in thick dark spoonfuls... hot milk now cocoa... rich dark delight...filling the saucers. She removed the saucepan from the heat leaned her body into Frederick feeling his every curve with her back then reached her arms up and around his neck caressing it, kissing him fully slowly on the mouth..while she then.... turned around. "

"I See God ...

in every whisper
Reminding me,
Hear God's voice with every
bright green blade
grass tree
masterpiece
wet crystal raindrop
downpour
gleaming golden ray
explosion
Reminding me,
in every taste
of sweet soft
red wine lips,
every touch
of honey
smooth skin
every scent
on the wind
perfumed
more so
by your fragrance,
As every breath,
with every breath
I see God
in every whisper
Reminding me...

I see you in every whisper."

"Falling In Your Kiss ...

on waves of longing
to deep full desire,
wildfire spreading
hot
fast
unstoppable
across my belly
to my soul.
as I think
I surely cannot
breathe,
cannot stand
another taste
of this
Eternal Divine Breath;
I seek your lips
and press
my mouth
to yours
once
more."

"There Is Something More"

"I love music. There is something more. In the purity of natural sounds... voice of a bird/animals... the visual sound of sunrise. Not contrived. Inspiring, not aspiring. Lighting the Universe. Being. Singing. Just because... Joy Is the inheritance of our every waking day. Amen."

"Eyes Speak ...

where lips grow silent."

"Sitting Up In Bed ...

leaning against pillows, writing, music reminding heart, thoughts special wonderful beautiful, interesting, wondering where you may be, sending waves of blessings goodness love, wanting you to hear my mind.    Waiting for your voice."

"On The Playground ...

we are all wearing Magic ruby slippers."

Yogi Tea Box

"why search through the forest, O man?

The whole world in you abides.

As fragrance is in the flower,

And reflection in the mirror,

So God dwells inside."

"Communion"

"Myrrh amber cardamon air, soft light, ancient rhythms winding, strings vibrating...
chilled glasses , thirsty mouths... a vision before me...
primal fire hovering... suspension is delicious delay...
pleasure unwinding... fully richly sweetly... undressing us...
pure raw essence...
now touching...
dissolving
into
the Light
and
Beauty
of
Communion."