You took me for a ride.
Brought me to the edge.
And for you
I crossed
on intrepid wings of rising sensation
to the other side,
flying for a moment
then falling
to a little death,
le petite mort.
My release
is a pulsating explosion of vivid color and feeling,
propelling me into
the afterglow
of the dreamworld,
where knowing is sudden
and effortless.
Doors open in my mind
and I traverse the familiar pathways through the artistic landscape of my soul
while u lie next me, fingers interlaced with mine, breathing and dropping into your private spell of sleep.
My inner journey takes me outside of time,
into the world of the ancestors
and beyond.
In my wandering I meet an emissary
of necessary wisdom.
The eternal message flows, in words unspoken:
“beneath the shallow veil
of this surface reality,
of thought and images and emotions that fleetingly possess you
you are loved
you are loved
you are loved.”

Body and Soul Food


“I keep having extremely naughty dreams with us…and we feast, cook together and have more sex”

was what he said to me, after his month in the desert.

Life is rich with ravaging moments, painful hungers, gnawing cravings, needs.

In those times, he knows

I will be his body and soul food.

Pursuit of Poetry


Always a lonely hunter of the heart,

I stalked your movements across the wilderness of my inner visions,

contemplated your various images like Rorschach blots

as they were painted in my dreams,

your petulant moods, your hard walls and ragged edges,

your painful betrayals, your ambiguous returns,

your stolen kisses

taken like a thief in the night.


When I saw you,

your brooding eyes spelled me to you

like sorcerer’s stones.

Your carefully cast glances entered the soft, yearning places on my body

with invisible hooks,

luring me to crave

your warm touch,

the familiar feel

of your rough hands

on my skin.


Inside my void, I rearranged things

with the insight of my secret wisdom.

I watched

as you fell through an inevitable crack

in the liminal space,

dove into the pool

of desire.


“God brought us together in this place” you said philosophically

after grabbing me

and pulling me to you at the bar.

But I only believe

in a personal god

and the artistry

of this living dream,

so when I found myself later that night

lying sweetly in your arms like a bear cub

in a cozy cave,

I knew I had crafted that moment with the clay of my will,

had penned it with my own divine hands,

as that is what I am willing to do

in pursuit of poetry.