Hot falls an auburn night

Surrendering her baking embers

Scalpel tipped stars

Inking neon scrawl.

O raging bloom

Snared enroute

Hissing sanctified steam.

Humming pines

Windswept furies

Crashed car ballet.

Moon drunken gravity

Pale mirage

Heavenwards.

Blue eyed beauty Queen

Jokers wild

Pensive forests lurching.

I leap away

To cities eaten.

Wet caverns of want

Between thighs, my lover lies

There now... ecstasy.

I needed 2 more words to get this to publish so please disregard this line :)

i tried drowning you as you spoke

with lips that would bite yours

you held onto tiny wrists

dandled me on knees

until i broke

out in

laughter

Call off this day.

For now, are the

settling sounds of the rain.

It drums the rivers ice

in a susurrus echo.

Being heard over my movements,

as I rest.

Along the bark of this tree,

on cold still rocks I sit ....

watching the tangled leaves.

There, frozen in place

are the grounded roots.

Pulled away now

in melts and weeps;

once laid and glazed in ice.

Uncovered at the start

of winter’s end.

For out of the whispering woods-

a hunted hoof still warm.

A sparrow-hawk preening.

It’s plumage stained.

With eyes of pale lemon-yellow,

then sudden hints of red,

fresh off a finch roost taste.

I look up to see

the fish-wire crossed,

mid-cast, the fisherman’s reel

calls to man’s best friend

by the rivers edge.

While approaching slowly,

harsh chills of a billowing overcast.

It chooses to dance; swirling~

challenging the sunsets bend.

A journey through ravines,

pulse the water. Diverging spills-

side by side, as vital forces.

In a moment,

the day turns toward night.

The towers light with howling wind.

Edging decay purls-

pulling together, outward,

over the water and into the fog.

In the dark, we

take our canoe up the river.

Out of these wet,

hard-wearing clothes,

we rest.

~ Jessi (poem)

thinking thoughts through

toying thus time

trembling through touch

turning to the torment

talking tales that tell the truth

timing tension

tactful tears trip the temptation

that tends to terrify the texture

this texture ties the tale

thus takes the thirst

takes the taste

the true tie that threats the thunder

the tone to the tragedy

this tone translates the trap

translating the tiniest truth

the turbulence

the tremor

the tyrant

Pain and pleasure drift in waves of heat

breathes of cold air chill on rooftops

the dazzle of thin spider veins in sky

ghosts of your soul entangling me

beating on the tarred paper of life

shivers of skin sense you are still here

quivering of our hearts goes on, bursting

through floodgates of falling words

illusions lost in sodden clouds

watery reflections of invisible universe

shuddering sighs from my breast.