Indian Rain

how does one feel
when the sky turns to gray
the threat of the pour
heavy in one's soul

amidst the dark clouds
a lightness of feeling
it is but a drizzle
don't be afraid of ripples

though a storm has its warning
and one feel its coming
yet the faith in the being
nay darkness even of evenings

come out of the rain
feel brightness with no pain
life with its suffering
in tolerant vain

don't be afraid of ripples
for life is but a drizzle

Water my soil

As I lay on the grass
I am showered by rays
Of the smiling sun
Crystallizing the sky
Sending nutrients to
The soil drying tears
Of the white winter land

With the fine grain
Of sand in my heated
Deserts your mirage
Appears clear like glass
Watering, quenching
Dousing my abandoned thirst

Opening the hidden pores
Of my dusty brown skin
I am moistened bedewed
And submerged by the warm
Lusty mist of your storm

Beloved Teacher

Your wooden desk sits
The apple in red hue
Mystifying the magic
Of your heart’s wont

For every child of
‘Tis earth’s finer gift
You water the roots
So bloom they shall

Each one will grow
With molded pride
Because your guide
Reflects their eyes

Ripen them children
Of a bright tomorrow
With letters, numbers,
With logic and sorrows

Hand in heart faith intrinsic
Your tongue of wisdom
Your heart of virtues
Tainted with placid love

So chaste and pure
You teach, you seek
Their vision, their glories
And flower they shall

With blooms of greatness
For once there sat a fruit
Of labor of whom they call
Their beloved teacher…

Dark Foreday

Her shadow forms
a lady slowly dances
her silhouette eerily follows
cold air in misty morn

She wanders on hallways
in search for better songs
but drawing the wispy
clothing that drapes
she pants, she groans
with worry and strain

Hovers farther she
climbs the wearing stairways
those eyes alluring
the daunting death's way

Nearing the graves of
ruined pure hearts
she stops at bay
where crosses line
the moist humps of clay

For 'tis life to end hers
was to descend sink her spirits
no longer she prays and
with tears streaming
there awaits her sepulchre

Alaskan Heart

Where there're eagles that soar on high
lands occupied by inhabitable mountains
iced and blue from its sparkles
freezing the sky in a quiet zone.

This land of fragrant pines touch
the brown earth's wondrous floor as
the heavily pregnant ocean gives life
to its child sending salt and wind of
her waters for a redolent fertile soil.

This land, and the sky, and the seas of
earth's bounty find the garden in my soul
for your love has brought them
to what was unknowingly surreal.

My corrupted polluted heart stopped
its thunderous beat from the moment
the windows on the house of my being
unhurriedly, leisurely, though tensely be
unlocked and found sight of you.

- originally written in February 2004

(Untitled)

He catches me falling from my skies
But then I am buried deep in his eyes
I sink tho' in the waves and
Clear waters of burning desires
As the coals of my heart
Burn inflamed of these fires

Lost in Lust

I want to lose myself in you
Or you bury yourself in me
I want to exchange dreams
Of endless and tireless hunts
I want to sink my body deep
Or you sink to touch my pit
Where the waters of my well
Flood the timber of your desires.

I long to explore your hidden waves
Or you explore my needy tides
As our heated forms collapse
We break and crumble into sand
I want to be washed by your waters
Or you be dribbled by my flow
Of ebbs and tides we shall share
The waterfalls of our desires.

Spring Birds

Spring nights when shorebirds sing
In the still of the cold evening
Short of darkness through mellow
Dim and grayish blue clouds
Graze the sky in flocks of new

Think heavens lie beyond
Those fires of orange, red
And purple hues

Yellow pale and brown
Airborne birds seek home
In lonely trees come when
'Tis roots of sinewy blue
Come alive risen by their coos

Our Chaise

I want to kiss your mouth and have my tongue explore its depth. I want you to kiss me back, soft and feathery at first and later as the warmth traces your loins, your kisses become hurried and hungry for more. It will be hard to choose between who gives and who receives because we both want to do the same. So we leave it to the moment as we allow our bodies to speak in an untested foreign language of love... - Ylang2

Reflection lights the river
Spat by wispy rays of
A full luminous moon
When the somber night
Hushed lovers’ wails
Only to send ripples on waters
Unsettling ‘tis clear portrait

But they heave to meet
Both heightened bliss
Cuffing their wallowing
Aches with every lash
Two warm bodies
Collapse, heaped on a
Lone surmountable shay

We sit on this place, I call it a chaise... we make love on its limited
space, our bodies curl and intertwine, until it is transformed into one.

Our Desires

We'd both be so spent by the end of the evening that we'd hardly be able to talk. We wouldn't need to. We'd be conversing with our eyes.
- SB

These are my uncomplicated desires.
I want a man who has the time and patience
to explore and discover the hidden secrets of my body.

Because I am on my way to middle age,
I am terrified at the thought
of hormonal imbalances and the pull
of earth’s gravity taking its toll on my once
dense and voluptuous body.

I am afraid of losing my sensitivity
to touch that has become routine
and without inventiveness, therefore
I want a man who will love to caress and
sensitize my soft skin, a man
not afraid of going into raptures at,
not failing to mention the femininity of my being.

I want to feel the approval and adoration
of a man as he affectionately
traces my body’s physical imperfections.
And as he brings me to climax I
will hold on tight, pulling him even closer to
bite his neck and his shoulders, releasing
moans of pleasure while he watches
the afterglow of my skin as he
takes pride in his complete manhood.

I want to die and be resurrected again.

You Whisper

As you lay
You breathe
Into my heart
Tepid air as you exhale

A quiet moan escapes
To call your god's name
Taking the pleasure
I sustain

For every longing
In your waiting
You speak to me
Of your desire

The fueling fires left
By lost sighs
Of long ago
From passion's youth

You moan and crave
And follow suit
Then as I hear
You calling

For my wise
And skillful mastery
To singe the dire
Needs obvious

To my eyes
You telling
Me a wanting vice
To drench your scorching pyres

By waters from
My own desires
And like an angry
Stallion’s howl

Succumbing freely
Giving in to me
Again you breathe
Again you lay

I hear you softly
Heat satiating from
My tendering
You so acclaim

Only to hear you
Whisper but her name...

Fragrance of a flower

by Steve B.
A delicate scent lingers in my memory
An exotic fragrance from a tropical land
Warm sand with gentle surf
Line the shores of the islands in my dream.
I am not alone, in this dream
A sensual creature,
A warm and sharing lover,
Holds me.
Together we explore,
Discover and create
We remain connected
Over miles of ocean,
Forest and mountain
Our grip is firm, yet gentle
We smile
And continue our lives

As I die

Climb I will those mountaintops
Of cold and sharp plateaus
Deep I swim the vague oceans
Of unsettling breaking currents
Wade through I the dense green forests
Of dark and shady woods

But love ascertained
Is life endured
And love existed
Will be subsisted

In no way you will ebb like tides
Nor come down from the soaring sky
Not stay inside my forests fires
But breathe to live and as
I die this love can thus revive.

Slow Motions

In each blankness of my mind
Let the numbness of time
Yet the grief of my heart
Aggravates painfully
Eating my very being
Rotting the core of my soul

My soulmate leaves me
In wait for an endless longing
Hurting my mind but
This body remains strong
Hoping it breaks, disintegrates

Into minute particles I wish
The steady wind would carry
With it the pain and the suffering
I so embracing

Where come to, my love
You leave me counting the time
In slow motions of every second
As I see blindly lest
Think painfully to
Thee love endlessly

Her Ashen

Wretched and scorn
this body dissolves
in an air full of heat
surrounding the human form

Particles fly molten in the sky
droplets of rain pouring in vain
where do your things
fall in their place
embraced, caressed, and subdued?

And she who finds it
takes it and binds it
will touch the martyr of hearts
surface the happiness
the glow of her soul
and gives her a brand new form

Through Love's Window

Twice I looked through blurry glass
This journey began on coastal land
New cold spring air took me off
To meet the sun-filled windy skies
But little did I know that I
Will land to find a lover's need
For such a lust so unforseen
Welcomed my frightened smile
Tall he stood he bore
His anticipated style
I shook inside my seemingly relaxed awry
Could he have felt me cower through
My naked heated desire?

And so began our travels
To test frigid cold waters
To burn our scorching pyres
He took the lead and as I watched
Him gripping, staring, standing, speaking
I never did imagine such
A beautiful human being
Though regularly sentimental
His rigid masculine form moreso
His lips moved with a pout
That burned my skin I fumbled about
I felt his hands define
The contours of my mind

As each bewildering caress
Succeeded melting my fortress
No more could I protect it
From my ardent fueling fires
He ruled with such intensity
With careful thorough steps
His eyes reflected clearer skies
Did I seem to surmise?
For each of his inured controlled
And tempered stroke
Inwardly, savagely, pleasurably
Filled and completed me.

Secret Bays

The pale shadow disappears at dawn
Will he return again to fill the void?

As memories of rides and times
Play on one's conflicted mind

My thin nimble fingers run through
The soft grass of your hair

The sensitive palm of my hand
Recalls the shores

Of glassy waters I found
Within the hearth of your neck

And learn I did of men
Strong therefore resonant

Their profiles hide in soft
Unclaimed corners and calming tides

Valleys of your hills through
Vastness of your mountains

I trek as midst of
My weary soft body

Traversely hike to
Hunt your adrift desires

A Lover's Song

Here's something I wrote in random. I dedicate this to you.

Let me be your music's song and sing your heart's melody.
Let me be the petals of the bud that's growing in your heart.
Sing I may not of your true love's hymn.
And grow I must not for your garden's room.
But here I, with you sing and bloom
For I am and will be love's instrument to your song