Dance in the Fire

From the West, my red tip swirls

around your soft turns.

We meet the mount.

Dance in the fire.

Your rose heat peels. Hardness

penetrates the skin of twilight,

between the salts

of your inner

sanctum, and the horizon of my flesh.

Louder! we cry from inside our caves:

we crave the rush.

As one, unleashing our wilds

under the celestial canopy, we dance around

the flames – flashes lick and destroy yesterday’s future

with naked abandon.

Deep…a new deep

beat pulses: ‘no mercy’

in the black night of our eyes.

I die in you, and your soft kiss tenders the East. The clarion sun

slowly rises

and painfully plays the golden note

of our rapture.

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fluorescent sun

The a/c exhales cold air, incessantly,

above the door:

I breathe relief, and welcome the Machine.

LCD screens, wires and towers—

papers, files and phones: tools

to make (“more”) money, out of thin air.

The summer sun is not the power source – the soft electric

hum is the Voice. It

comes from, somewhere, deep inside.

Temperatures rise outside, unbearable earth.

Heat presses against

the windows and the exit door. Freon fills my lungs.

My skin crawls

and chills my fingernails slowly: Mortuary sanctuary.

Coffee, coffee, coffee…to stay awake.

“Sell, sell, sell” the old man echoes.

Brightness fills every inch of glass to kill.

We work together, like ice:

In cubes, we sit still

and silently call, like atomic clocks. Our bodies frozen

under this electric light.

I’m blind in this fluorescence: a milky maze mind.

Escape.

My sunglasses only arouse suspicion. No safe

shadow to hide my soul. Plastic black phones are weapons or bones;

attached below where no one can see.

I try calling out, to reach

someone…

Alive

…on the outside. No Answer.

Death says, ‘work to live.’ A hopeless smile

caresses His face.

When it’s time, I leave everyone behind,

turning off the light.

the bedrock

awake in a dream…we found something, like a smooth sea-stone, on the shore. there was more to the shape and wetness between our fingers when we looked into each other’s eyes knowing we found “it”. a spring of joy flooded our hearts, and i was aroused, and kissed you as the waves spilled on the sand around our feet. when we breathed, holding the stone, i noticed that neither of us knew what the shape meant, but we could feel mounting swells inside our bodies. the darkness of the rock became no more than the color of the deep sea. you held my hand closer until we became the same. you looked out beyond. your quiet eyes of the rolling ocean and reflecting sun told me all.

waves tumbled and caressed as if i was falling underwater; then, you saved me with your kiss. you came out of the wave with your legs and arms taking me into a wash of passion. my mind raced to find the shore — some kind of grounding. but, your strength around me, beside me and on me gave me solace. love with you. your hair brushed my lips and chest and i was forever underwater with your desires — breathing your breath. alive…
your curves and pearl-skin ached my tongue to taste your sea-salt. but there was more…i couldn’t touch with my fingertips and hot mouth…your soul inside your skin. i felt distant like the man i am to your womanhood. i listened to the moon-tide. a new force pulled me closer anyway. i had no choice. your flares burned me to enter and i kept digging to touch your inner realm of life, mystery and the horizon. we rolled penetrating the invisible time to a new sun. a place we knew: a place where only the wild death of living gave us free pleasure.
dreams upon colors and colors upon desires, we rolled and never felt tired. your love came without thinking. my love held yours like the stone. our breathing spilled-out: our currents turning as one stream. our rock fell. it burned under our hearts. the bedrock.