Little Voyagers With The Universe's Sound Mirror

Laughter is soul medicine
Meaning
I leaned into my own cure
This evening.
My fellow travelers
Loosed with
Diamonds in their skies,
We passed by in cycles
Searched through soundtracks
Of Saturn and space waves.
We went lightless but bright
Soft and quiet
Except for the
Bumps in the road and
The lumps in my throat
Which turned into us four
Perched on the old branch
Smoking in the tree,
Straddling gaggled and giddy,
Hidden in our play.

There was a binary star
And my face in all the flowers.
Following my desire,
In the arts of so many shadows,
Slightly drunk on jasmine
And pollen showers-
I found my eyes
Like kissing hawks
Awakened with the owls.
All became my lover's body,
Prowled with possibility.
I pressed my hands
Against the earth,
This night caressed in mirth.
Then called back to winding path
Through the rosemary tunnel,
Into the darker little forests
Perfectly restless
In such communion
With union as its aftermath.

Lover Leans The Bringing

in the mastery of my love
i first slaved to such desire
this fire caught in hidden shadow
curling up to leap through throat
this heavy coat of constant want
a muse of the most holy haunt.

secret daimon undressing me
a diamond mirror made infinity
so inclined i climbed so desperately
scratching at the heart
hungry for the spark.

a blue flamed tongue
sun learned
and loosed in lunar pulse
at times i felt the transformation
my body would convulse.

they came
these dancers
named by chances

maybe even fate

all unseen kisses in
perpetual twists
with dreams and smoke
and wild fits

always laid in wait.

errors are the arrows and
terrors can show the way,
to a heart in constant motion
through the miracles of the day-

and what if i were to tell you
this is how i pray?
when i do the dress rehearsal
as if it were the play.