Taking it into consideration
I used the conversation
To give me inspiration
For hopes of copulation

So to you in full appreciation
I shall take my heave, not salutation
Sending my heart filled with elation
At the hopes of our private congregation
Expressed to you in my rymiest creation.

Stillness and wetness
run down my cheek
The snake in his pit descends.
To the level of madness
Where all of his fellow snakes
hiss and drip with venom.

Taking the time by the time,
Interfering with the natural process.
It's the time in the time,
That comes to the binding.

The cold breeze that rocks through
the already numbed bones.
Buliding a cocoon of warmth,
in the soft heated sheets.
Giving and taking the warm
until you fall asleep at one,
the cold long forgotten.

After all I know
I shall reject the
Process if fear!
Taking what they told me,
Taking what you showed me,
Taking how I hold me,
I am me.

Natural Intentions.
Intervening reactions.
The process pulls the seasons closer.
We are all pressed
Into wanting what's
Against our Natural Intentions.
If it would be possible
Would we still do it?

Small, tender showers blowing by
Like a breeze through
your shadow.
Sun on my arms,
swirling round my feet.
Wind crawling along,
touching the sky,
touching me.
close your eyes, lie in the open.
feel that touch on your arm.
feel my fingers encircle your hand.
Don't open your eyes,
you'll only see the wind.

like a lamp, shaded,
i await your touch.
you alone can make me break the night.
i sit with a shade over my face.
take it off, and i'll blind you.
leave it on, look through my guise
and see me as the world sees me.
take it off, and i'll blind you.

part one
Lights flashing, incandescent.
Movements slow.
The look that passed was electric
Fending off the smoke and the dark stars.
Little lights passing through black trees
There was one scared heart betrothed,
Asking for the impossible.

part two
...silence
and just the pain
My left hand is missing...
I hadn't noticed.

Shaken by the quake
It is impossible to move from
Here.
I look up to see her eyes
Brown and black specks flashing.
I blink back her
Agony and Suffering and
Need.
I beg, wordless.
her stronger will;
Her dominating take
Consuming me; And
Knowing my fate
I fall; Stone setting in.
"Shattered by the quake"
Is what they say later.
"She was hurt in the confusion
And has never been the same since."

raindrops, large, coalescing
each forcing locks together
the water smothing the strands into one
causing the sleek wet fur to mat
and the long wet hair to tangle
drying in the heat.
as the water turns to sweat.
its wet blackness blends to one
and smoothes the anger and fear together
as they ride.

for Val

Six feet down, how many more to go?
look around, can you see me?
I am never hear, but always see you
proud hunter...
are you the living dead?
are you the animal you hunt?
and when the questions end,
where do you turn for answers...

for Val

A shadow filtered through the mesh
of a screen door at 3 a.m.
Passing like the idea it is
and not to be seen by flighty eyes
Unless searched for.
And that is when my eyes
find yours, and then you are gone.

for Val

You yeild to my thoughts
and yet press against my intellect
Leaving me overwrought
And at an impasse to interesct.

I look into eyes
That flash back at me
And see a friend that cries
Through a soul that needs to be.

Connections that we made
Were not very long in the making
And have yet to fade
Even if we've just begun waking.

for Val