when the poetry begins

my quill spells my soul
my soul opens like a book
words embossed in ink
they unfurl the suspense of
inquisitive, famished hearts…

teasing a thousand
sensations that beg fulfillment
a divine finesse..
when the poetry begins
art glorifies the yearning…





I lose myself

I lose myself ...among wildflowers..
I mind-cut through the rust of mundane thoughts...
resuscitating words and laying them out in the radiance
of the sun.

the sun seeps gold
through my hair....awakening
slumberous reflections..

words shape themselves...cutting through the miasma..
my gut goes candid..I retreat into where I bleed alone..
holding on tightly to the unwavering companionship of
my fervor..

an organic wind
carries syllables to me..
I play my pen

a quill haloed by mentors of destiny..destiny slams its 
door..like a zealot with the devil in his eyes.

words course through the 
virgin of my sternere..
I have come home...


the chemistry

deep in my heart, a yearning
like a fire that keeps burning
my soul's rousing
a sweet obsession warming
giving life a new dawning
emotions so compelling
leaving me agonizing
for a bonding
that our hearts have been courting
chimerical besotting
a tender glance
my days and my nights filling
a reverie spent flying
a cupid's prance
to dizzying heights sending
our love's rites and reasoning.
tender romance
brimming with pure radiance
taking a pledge of substance
a climaxing
of two spirit's in vibrance
souls singing in resonance
glowing, searing
sensibilities enhance
an unrestrained stimulance
a blossoming.


yet again

when the night hurts
there are still stars in the sky...
and the scent of zephyr
as it spills moonlit dew
on somnolent blooms
like tinsel on drowsing
gossamer wings..
In the quietude of my dreams
I think of