I saw Jupiter, from a distance

He was beautiful and called My name,

Whispering, So only my ears could hear

It was a hollow, howling call

That touched my core and sent

My heart, spiralling into the thoughts that

Consumed me, my life and my mind

Me and Jupiter, love, loving

Each other from such a long

Distance and love do not mix. 

Intoxicating me with a rival of

Mixed feelings of longing and, perhaps

A regret that we chose to love from

A distance that is, unbearable and, maybe

Inconceivably, lonely.

Venus, I hear her calling, sensuously calling

My name, loud and boisterous, calling ME

And she sounds like the wind, breathless,

Breezy, ballad like, wanting it to be

Me and her, only.  I listen more closely

Because She makes me feel, less

Lonely for love. Less apt to feel so

Alone.

Distance is a funny thing. It stretches

Rubberband, at first, not giving anything, stretching

Forever. It bends, contortionist like, making you

Feel it isn’t real. Then it expands and shows you

Its full measure, its meters and you begin to 

Wonder, will I last, will I reach the end….

Of our love affair, dear Jupiter and Venus?

Will I reach the end with regrets and find distance and

Love don’t mix?  Will I survive those lonely nights and

days of being, just ME? 

Jupiter is handsome and Venus is

Beautiful. I see them, from a distance and

Love them, like I’ve never loved before and

Then, I remember, they may not be who they

Seem. They, may be distorted, seen through

Rose colored glasses. Or closer than they appear,

Almost like, the mirage in the desert I see.

The desert I see that makes me lonely and makes

Me, and only me, yearn, for distance to die and 

Leave me love. Love just for ME.

Poised to pounce

Panther on the plains

Of a Serengeti

Feeling froggish green

Ready to betray the

Depth of my Fatherland

The craggy, sharp rocks of

This rainy sky sea

Fleeing to the

Ashy, burnt rich lands

Of flies that buzz the

Song of beautiful Atlantis

Once it dove into my

Life of webbed feet, fins

And plethora of colorful scaly skins

The fire, scars my feet

And gives me energy full

Bubbling blisters to savor

Ripe, acid taste of

Burnt flesh and fresh

Air that leaves pools

Of oxygen in the chest

Carnivorous plump opaque

Maggots to feast because

They’ve gorged on

Decadent decayed rotten

Eagle eggs rendering

My lava hot red new

Abode tantalizing and

Tortuous to my senses

On, on, soaring to

My sparkling fizzed

Champagne blue tent

That is topped by

The fresh morning

Mimosa sky and I

Decide to never

Die on top a blood

Red mountain top

Death and destruction I admire

To take my love and destroy it

So that it can reach no higher.

Grim Reaper, oh how you deserve my praise

In you I find that my one and only true love

From the grave I will never raise.

I think slowly and reminisce of days gone by

I look nonchalantly on you, lover and know

About your passing my eyes shall not cry.

I gaze upon your beauty, that is no more

Wondering, pondering, how could I ever

Ever in my life, you and your face, adored.

Now that you’ve passed away, shameful whore

I’ve come to find out how much I despised you

From the first day you darkened my door.

I ponder, I think as I bid you adieu

My Love, My Life, My Wanna Be Wife

How happy I am and will be without you

I will lay you down for the standing ovation

Even remove my gloves for the proper

Effect as I begin Applauding Ruination.

Love, sweet pink flowering begonia

My funny valentine

Hair, feathery velvety tawny

As the doe’s winter coat

Eyes, onyx spherical glassy

Brand new marbles rolling down the pavement

Lips, creamy silk sheets caressing

My body quivering to their touch

Hands, lascivious stroking supple

Areas not known to anyone

Breast, blackish stiff areola

Alert ante fondled

Genitalia, flowing waterfall into

Thoughts impulsively lustful

Hate, unfathomable scowled wrinkly face

Devilish infantile temperament

Mind, sullied dirty laundry obstinate

Perspicacity fallacious

Voice, A-Train screeching along the tracks

chalkboard scratching my hearing

Spirit, breadth boundless starry sky

ebulliently effervescent

Constructs the coupling into

Dualistic, covetable intolerable

Loving, hating lustful interludes entanglement of

Grape vines wrapped around the barbed wire

Us wrangling with scrumptious

Acrimoniousness of her and Me