Topsy-turvy,
Roots to branches,
Ever reaching for the light —
Point me any which way.
So long there's life
Left in me,
I'll fight.

Confident through
The cold,
The gray,
The fog,
The rainstorm —
I know where I am,
And where I came from.
Where I’m heading?
I've seen that place
Countless times before.

Rolling changes
Rearranging
All degrees of trivial,
Clogging up existing patterns,
Resolving to the usual.

A universe of shooting stars,
All of them on the rise —
At least, from our vantage point.
Welcome to the age
Of you and I.

Open lines of sight —
Not clear skies
So far the eyes can see,
But we can see,
So all is right.

Life interrupted,
Decades of
Commercial breaks —
We'll return
After a message
From your sponsors
To the thing
For which you paid.

Moving on is letting go
Of all the things that do not fit
The paradigm evolving
In absence of what was.

Half awake I
Feel you stir,
Seeking warmth,
Seeking me,
And smiling
I drift back into
My dreams of you.

All my life,
A wayward scoundrel,
Unbothered
With fitting in —
Nothing that I'd
Care to change,
But for you,
I'll try.

Rhythmically,
Trembling skin,
Brush to a pounding
Faster, harder —
Build a beat,
And draw me in.

Rivulets from darkened skies,
Across my back, down the spine —
Shake the rain, the cold, the tension
Between you and I,
And smile.

Tracing contours —
Not of flesh,
But your reflexes
Answering
My touch,
My lips,
My tongue,
My breath,
Painting me
Your pleasure map.

Safely locked
Behind laced satin,
Eager to be brushed aside —
Lust cares not
For sleeping hours,
Can't be paused,
And will not hide.

Back face to face
Across fissures grown
To crevice depths —
I'm here,
But I
Won't stay.

Mine, but shown
Through the eyes
Of someone else,
Somehow,
The colour’s off,
And I can feel
The distance grows.

Memories in black and white,
Sang in full and vivid colour.
Odes of joy to moments gone
Before the day is even done.
Happiness intended
To be treasured forever —
This day was,
And always will be
Only yours and mine.

Broken hearts, severed lives,
False starts, damaged histories,
Pulled apart and left behind,
All but horizons —
Breaking dawns,
New beginnings,
Different light.

Seeking yours, seeking mine,
Motion, pressure,
Ever closer —
Two desires amplified.

Matching rhythms,
Alternating
Who's below,
And who above —
Hungry eyes,
Two lives in motion,
Spicy recipes of love.

Bubble wrapped magic,
Glass dreams, too volatile,
Frail avalanche of
Want,
Desire,
Emotional destruction —
Take the fucking safety
Off,
And let me live.