Buss

Lips like knives,

Rose cheeks hives...

Hillocks of honey

sweetly prick me.

October

When vivid hues pale

to twilight and cold

colors fade for a spell,

softness lustfully sheds gold

as leaves tumble stiff and frail.  

Fishhook Moon

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Heaven's Smithy

 

"Floor of copper, floor of gold....Beyond the custom-house door, ajar, the street at sunset seemed aflame."

Bright Showers

Puddle steps mar

reflection.

Waves distort aspects

as moist air translates

her hair's scent

to redolent Dianthus.

Skyline's penumbra stretches

'cross obsidian streets

as we dissolve lento

in downpours of light.

 

Bright Ruby Dusk

 

"...distills the luminous secret"

The Grid

The petite and ubiquitous 

bowling greens of suburbia

beyond freeways

Where the love made is 

ephemeral and frayed

as travel toothbrushes. 

Overcast

Skinflint sky above,

clouds hold rain

like bands of misers.

They banish Sun 

and dull day's shine 

to the leaden mean. 

Été

"Day at last dawns; and like the raised curtains of a tabernacle, golden clouds furling into large scrolls uncover the sky." Flaubert, The Temptation of St. Anthony.

 

Vanity Set Moon

 

"Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne..."

Plains

Pendent wan leaves

curl agin tapering gales

over stubbled sward.

Bairns behind panes

pine for handsome gold

of Summer's lust.

Junessence

...while the jolly sun shone

 

April's Light Blooms

 

I resolved to rise and take a turn in the garden.

Sheets

Stars fall in warm eyes.

Zones of temperate dilation

burn cares away in damp groves.

Love's breath, like sunbeams,

spreads golden vistas. 

Nocturne

The door opens to stars above.

A goodnight kiss stabs 

my jaw like toothache.

Eve's breath dishevels hair.

Pistol in hand...

A bullet shatters her window.

She sleeps. 

Impossible a body so serene's

not dead.

  

Still Life Shade

 

          

"Perception, in its pure state, is, then, in very truth, a part of things."