evening’s scarlet eye
captivates my thoughts – pulls them
always beyond the horizon

you beckon me –
red-light, come-hither,
come-back to bed

gibbous moon
inviting exploration
of the darkened edge

faint moonlit sheen
on your hip’s rounded curve –
cleft hidden in shadows

midnight cirrus wisps
scuttle across the sky’s expanse
suddenly visible, then gone

I taste your soft sighs
escaping – like us, a singularity
vaporizing into the night – see literary studies:
“an item or event triggered by an item that results in divergent narratives,
in which the singularity alters the new timeline
away from a prior “default” state”.


Slipping through my fingers

The cloudless sky is dark with rain-
I cannot see the stars.

My thoughts of you, July noon clear:
laugh, curve of cheek,
the musky scent of your hollows.

Even when I close my eyes,
I can’t conjure up your smile.


faint hint of sunrise
teasing horizon’s dark edge
coaxing night to go

corner of your lips
curving in a sublime smile
begging me to stay

continuing the conversation

tips of pine trees
thrusting upwards through
soft white fog

taut nipples pressing
against the well-worn T-shirt
still scented of you