…In an acorn state of mind From an oak tree, falling. Calling me down to the seaThe sea made of time. And when I’m old I’ll knowEach wave was a whisper. And each tide had a memory of nothing and evermore.But something lost, In an acorn state of mind.  0

Bring the willow’s shadow to me as the autumn winds sighwhere the green fingers of twilight dance a slow waltz against the nakedness of my waiting skinwhere whispersbecome your handsuntil you find the wet  pulsing like a river-song.where my lips trembles becoming a cathedral between syllables bring me to my knees under the willow’s grace […]

…wet on indigo obsidian moon swallowing the midnight blue a silhouette in shadow’s ink in slow motion comes the stain where only a shadow remainswhere the moon rest on stones with a graphite of rainwet on indigo obsidian moon in a nocturne for the dew  1

Listen to the creek’s quiet tongue a vibrato of glissandohumming through the woods as winds minger the leavesonce green, now lagging like a lover shuddering a simpler shade of water into the afternoon’s throat like a secondhand hymn and the moss on the chimneys each note unfinished a vibrato of glissando 0

…first chair cello of the old wood resting lightly against the body. touching orogeny with each silent stroke touching the strings in harmony. With the pulse ticking intimately with every heart beat of the soul…breathlessly, erasing the boundaries between sex and cigarette, hauntingly, a seduction of sorts, though not of flesh but of the senses…echoing […]