they are in my sight tonight
moving across an indigo sky
white streaks
swirling above you
as you settle at my side
they are in my sight tonight
moving across an indigo sky
white streaks
swirling above you
as you settle at my side
instead of lavender
my hands smell of lemon thyme and garlic chives
and will soon be perfumed with ginger
the seasonings for dinner
a meal he usually cooks
tonight they will flavor my food
coating my hands and soothing my soul
just a bit
the familiar scents of togetherness
while I eat alone
as he travels the world without me
I yearn to be the black cat in the garden below
to roll around in the neighbor’s lavender stalks
his pale purple petals perfuming my dark fur
I’ve been aroused by cats purring, dogs howling and even nature programs where the lioness takes down a gazelle. But snails inching across grass? I had not thought it possible until I read the latest issue of Muzzle Magazine’s The Sex Issue and read The Snail Scene. The audios are a nice touch as well.
out the window
I could see pink petals
pooled after a heavy rain
now grown dry
and circling in the air
like children at play
in the wind
her nipples
tender against my tongue
swelling plump
as I nibble them gentle
like sweet treats in my mouth
I wish to savor all the long day
once I wrote of gold threads binding us
today the filaments appear hued as blue
stained with the realities of our complicated lives
under tension
stretched thin
yet so strong
like the silk of that worm
that on occasion reveals a grand butterfly
when he is near or far
touching me or not
it does not matter anymore
I feel and see (if such is possible)
a pale white light
sheer strands thickening toward the center
darkening to gold
a web
that softly binds my soul
iridescent night or day
shimmering with magic possibility
that is love I think defined
lemon thyme cascading down
over the rim of the red clay pot
shining bright in the afternoon light
as I approach with sharp scissors
thinking all the while how soon to be divine
the little green citrus-flavored bits
sprinkled with parmesan over my farfalle pasta
raindrops
upon the greek oregano
glistening beneath the lamplight
nearby
rosemary and lavender and a cat
his white stockinged feet
ensconced in the damp splendour
of dewy greens