Ritual
A drop of water beads in the spot between your eyes,
where brows meet in a smile,
it shivers with its weight and slides down,
rolling off the tip of your nose,
onto my lips.
The warmth of your arm paints a blazon of warmth
against my waist,
as I turn, and set free, in a tumble,
the foamy mass of my hair.
Cleanliness, fresh, pungent in the steamy air.
I breathe it in,
I fill my lungs
with your burning, your comforting presence
as the water drips off you, and me
and the silver shaft of the showerhead.
Ouray
Underfoot, the sound of mountains crumbled into dust.
The air,
cloak of nightfall,
thick and soft on my freshly scrubbed cheeks.
Silhouettes aglow behind blue and green nylon.
You sit,
proud and beautiful-perched
in the darkness-starlight a halo on your head.
The sound of your fingers on wood and wire fills my head.
The blanket of night wrapping close,
around us,
a warmth
music and a home.
Kiss
Lip to lip,
a shared breath.
An exchange of air.
That which is within you,
within me.
Whisper of souls touching,
mingling, mixing, entwining.
Within the kiss of our lips
a heady warmth fills my spaces
softness surrounds us.
In the dim light of your room
a union of two lovers
through a kiss
and the breath,
of Life.
Fall
Earth, the gritty taste fills my mouth
but it is sweet and ripe with summer sun
and bursting, firm skin,
surrendering seedy flesh.
I reach for another,
a drop of goodness
falls
into my hand.
Of earth, and dirt, and sun.
a tomato
from the vine.
Past Mist, water primordial scene inescapable cold. Trees a map of life emerging from holy ground. The leaves wither in the cold carried away by the wind the last signs of our noble past.
