The Room


Rain glides down

Rivulets streaking

Shadows across the room

From the curved glass

The window becomes a skin

As the driving rain

Drums a tattoo

Each drop

Picking up light

Reflecting in the mirror

Burning up in candle flame

The incense snakes

Dissolving into



But only in silence spoken

Shared in eyes

A prism

Holding momentary promises

Written with fingerprints

Dancing on naked skin

A story never told

Hidden in the folds

Of a flag

Draping down

To melt into

Paisley Persian patterns

A lake pooling upon the floor


Street lights turn

Apple jellied reds

Green and yellow

Greasy on the slick streets below


His body tenses

As she touches

Fingers to face

Holding his jaw

‘in her palm


unused to

Such delicate passion

Without paying a bitter price

As she demands


Offers everything

The covenant



Confiding her secrets

To the clock on the wall

Their breath

Moaning up the fireplace

The wind catches

Their passion

And pulls away

Threads of promise

To be caught within the spiders web

He shakes an hourglass

And sets it on the floor

Futile and stagnant

Despite their descent

As the sands go unnoticed

In the warp and woof

Of time that they are weaving


Setting the stars in place

He the teacher


Bringer of Light

To the virgin fair

Blue light

Shining from her eyes

She steps into his darkness


Before him

Sinking beneath

Diving through


His soul has hungered for


Unexpected from this young girl

Painting violet


Indigo hues inside his mind

He drinks her freely



Sacrificed and everflowing

Giving life

To quench his thirst


Gathering momentum

She feels the struggle

Aching anguish

Yet sweet and heady

Matching the metal groan

From the bed

Scratching its own diary

Into the wooden floor

As the world spins in crystals


And baubles

Dancing above them

Hung from the ceiling

Bursting fire in their movement


The rain pours

Blood pounds

The heart pumps



Past lust

To reach at something

Abstract and ethereally eternal

Invisible and expanding

Not a trinket for the wooden box

On the mantle


And gaining fecundity

In the womb of the heart and mind

The subconscious

Takes root

Planting itself

Within them

A tiny germ of truth

Resonating out into

Past and future

Shattering into barbs of understanding

Neither can ignore


This place

Has stripped illusions

Laying them bare

But not innocent

Of love that is

Newly created

A bond of trust

Forged stronger

By a drop of dew



Shaken on them

From a passing bear

Wrestling with the universal shadows

Sheets and conscience

The teacher reveals his truth

To hear her voice echo

Off Victorian walls



Their madness unmasking their souls


Alchemy achieved

To their awe and consternation

Thunder rolls



Surf pounds

As she gazes from the bed

Out the rain spattered window

The rock walls

Scatter brick



Sand crumbles

Pushing the ocean

Through old Sutro’s barren tunnels

Miles away

Close enough to touch

Illusion tears

As he cries out her name

Over and over in the surf

Collapsing on

The shores of her breasts

She soothes him

Stroking his head

As a mother to a child

Ever virgin still in his mind

He closes his eyes to sleep

Her body his pillow

His body

Keeping her soul

She alone has put it there

Imprisoned by choice

Yet soaring freely with his own

To become and run with his wild

Words escape

Her lips

She watches them

Separate into misty bits of rainbow

Above them

Cascading blessings

On his body

Pronouncing love in tears

Flowing down the curved glass

Of the windows

Drifting down easy

Through the streets of the Haight.


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The Spell


No words


the smoke rises

she turns looking

at the only face

that has stayed with her

shining silver


changeless over ages

she tells the moon her dreams

her wishes

shadows wait



waiting to carry her love

on the wind

letters consumed

flames and wisps


and the ashes dance

lifting lightly

floating over the miles

settling light on a hand

lying in the darkness

lost in the warmth

of her dreams

swirling about him



washing his pain away

waking to the dark



thinking she was there

but the room holds

his breath alone

And she waits

as the waters mirror

that silvered face

framed by the mountains

knowing her secret

knowing her pain

shrouding her desires

as the gilt shadows

dissolve in darkness

to place a kiss

on a furrowed brow

resting restless

scented with cedar and pine

and the stirring incense

of a woman

burning bright on the shores

of a lake

miles away

stirring his heart to her

warming flames

and the moon touches the mountain

in a caress

both knowing

the moment is fleeting

but will

play over and over

in the eons of time

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