Wednesday, April 26, 2017



     Lips brushing your warm neck,
       Nostrils flare to flame
           breath of pores

  Sacred murder of
       flowers and Hellfire
         forging desire

Pungent Baubo
  sways limbs
We lie left
    of golden apples

Scent swathes dream

Senses capitulate
to vertiginous sensation

It never leaves----
remembering when
       breath deepens

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


bruised clouds
cover the sun

streets blush black from grey

a lightning strike
cracks God's jaw

                                    as mortals seek shelter
                                       from heavenly ire.