viewGentle Depth
in the land of a thousand summer sunsets
we sail onyx grain rivers
as petrified lightning
strikes trembling mountains
high above the opalescent valleys
a thin layer of white dust
caresses the place between earth and sky
in swaying mist and tumbling ashen waves
ghosts slide in and out of the haze
drawing waves, disappearing within
the stillness within the motion
of a soft kiss or a gentle embrace
her hand falls upon my shoulder
and we stand and watch what passes
in easy time and a cool breeze
What are you thinking?
She speaks, and the words fall lightly upon my ears
and I come away from this place a little.
Time feels slow in this place.
Just watching, I say, How is your book?
Good — I fall so deep into them here.
viewGrace
The light in the air grows luminous in the moments before twilight
Soft and clear, we step down into the water, onto the stone ledge
The last, faint echo of chores comes near to an end
Rolled blue-green tea leaves flush with the persistent rainfall of the WuYiShan valleys
Playful steps down in the water
We move gently together in the waning owl light
down with the sprinkle bugs and the fireflies
down before the deep red lamplight
hold my hand down on the ledge, out in the wet early summer night
hold my hand gently as a child does
move closer to me in the soft, satin-violet night
Lush and clear and sure
viewReturn
It all started with a suggestion
A simple request, and a brief intermission
The feeling was mutual, the atmosphere casual
The expansiveness of the sky that day, notable
It was just a tease, the idea to think of bumblebees
whenever meeting someone new
No one thought at the time about cupcakes,
let alone about starting an open air cupcake factory
although there may have been a tacit connection,
still and all, all intentions were essentially pure of intention
And we were entirely in agreement
It wasn't until that first bumblebee kiss,
as coincidental as the impulse to lean over and kiss
an almost total stranger
We were well met, and yet a kiss is a kiss
And a bumblebee kiss on a dimly lit roofscape
Well, it's pregnable
As fondness overcame refractory desire
The kiss that bore cupcakes
benighted bellicose designs
The honey bore jacinta scented flour
The cracks in the concrete yielded soporific elegies
The gentle, firm rotation of the belt drive mixer
The whir of persistent motion
and love bumbled us back to another cupcake kiss
viewChromatic
The wind blows
hot and fast across the asphalt
Breathing hard, we wait
The deep black leather seats
Anticipation
Stereoscopic chromatic
Ebony and chrome and steam
The low rumble of the engine
and the smooth, orange flame
I depress the pedal, and we move
Fast and low, burning and sliding
around the turn
The belt tightens
viewSunder
Look up
Shift positions
Reach out toward the door
Grasp the lever, and pull
Push the door open
Step down, out of the car
Move onto the sidewalk
And take a step
Soft light falls down around you
And you don't pause to look around
You move ahead, unobstructed, thinking of the day ahead
The ground firm beneath your feet, and your footfalls steady
You carry yourself forward, until one foot steps down into a soft pool of light
Look down
Turn your hands over
Like dry ice, soundless, fine dust glows alabaster white
Moving with, around, of your dissonant state of disposition
Hesitate, breathe, and descry
This glissade, tryptographic light flowing all around you, of you
You begin to wonder, unconsciously to wander
The near future fades into the distance
A small cafe has the right color
You see from the road inside has the right emotion
As you step inside, the mood of each person comes clear
The space is accessible, and you settle into a seat
Set down a pair of glasses, and say, 'Hello'.
Just a push, a touch
Incorporeal
viewAstral
Light the fuse
Pull the strap tight across your warm body
The gentle trembling comes in a bright wave
Intensifying, rumbling
Pushing you up, shaking hard
It's hard to breathe, and you're breathing hard
The sound of the thrust pulsing, you break through
The hard light of your instruments
Steel, glass, dust
You push through to the stars
viewLustre
A brief pause before moving toward the door
Leaning back against the wall
Breathing hard
I pull the gun, and bring it up close to my face
It feels heavy, and very hard
I'm very tired
Stepping up onto another step
Moving slowly toward the door
Light leaks in through angular cracks
I step out, and hit the air
The last moody glow of the twilight sun
sets down around me
And I look out, far into the distance
And I'm filled with color
viewEndurance
Softly, the last rays of the sun reach down
Gently, stretched across bare skin
Supple, metal, drawn in waves
Golden, tactile
Ahead, in the distance, traffic begins to slow
Red, warning lights burn through the twilight mist
An angel slowly, deliberately, descends
A feather falls in the still air
Hold, softly, onto the light, and endure