of course,

you can see the hunger

in my eyes more clearly

than ever recognize yours

were you to stand eyes

to mirror and examine

the depth of needs

you act out daily


you lie to yourself


using every instrument

of vision    binoculars

and telescope to scan

the horizon rather than

look into my eyes

and glimpse yourself

alone   just as hungry

as breathless with desire


you are so unaccustomed

to apotheosis   that ecstasy

being wide open

like sky

though we sleep windows

doors flung aside

wake at sunrise to watch

blue to pink   lights

on the bridge the only separation

of night and ocean

even then I must ask

for your embrace

though we share this

purely before

our defenses have wakened


what pulls you away

from me    after

we have made unabashed

love for hours intuitively

amorcito   in sleep you

lay your head on my breasts

content   our breath  our hearts


and full






In this white white house

on the edge of the Atlantic

a voice runs along my skin

trembling at the texture

of a woman you waited

ten years to touch

 slow samba of the heart

as you sleep dream

of your life on this

bright side of ocean

 inevitable calm

surrounds you, I come

out of the wind moist

with ocean in my hair

to find you to lay

my head in your lap

the heat of your hand

on my face

stars in the mist

on the shore moonlight

barefoot on the terrace

the soft of this moment

of this all


swirls around us

you asleep in a blue chair

and I whispering to the moon


December 2012

this is such a place of wanting

of lips that trace your spine

relentless desire pressed to the dark

as the veiled earth rises to her lover sky

you loved me, like a miracle

something like breath held

lost to the depth of me, your hands

like Mozart engulf

the flutter of leaves, your eyes

holding me like more than hands


the exercise of being taken

over to the core

tiny bells in wind the bay

at midnight your hands sure

my heart in your eyes


an epiphany of piano is too simple

to trace your outline

on my body your scent

sheets, towels, the daily

waking at the sound of your name

driven over the dunes

Tropical Ghazal

imagine i kiss you with empty hands,

while a possible horizon meets the sea.

moments beyond touch, the elements suffuse,

entwine and are lost in each other.

if the sun, then i might,

lush tropicals press the wind wanting you.

slowly rocked by the nature of the sea,

i dream of you coming to me at night.

one line spells itself across the horizon,

push, push into the sea of me.

Night Shore

I want to believe only

geography separates us

that missing you

will bring results

seascapes   nightscapes

mementos of light

rushing into black

night arcs full

this dream ages me

futile as an impulse

torn against the keening wind

tiny mirrors of sound

and the helix

in the palm of your hand

turning prismatic

we dream of moons

full amber light

and sky

core of opal


what is overlooked

passion before

thought   an afterthought

how lovely you are

would a kiss mean the same


I dream you dream

of me at night, my love

mountains call your name

misty to the dawning

elegant sweep of light

your every gesture

the beginning

beginning over

as if these could break

the spell cast

without need of thunder