Wrap me in your gravity
This interstellar travel
Sailing on the galaxies
As time itself unravels
Your heat is burning like a star
Your touch provides the light
Careening through my atmosphere
This meteoric night
Be my sunrise and my moon
My lazy grateful dawn
Yet every night your silver shines
Back into you I’m drawn

My high school friend,
the only one I’m still in touch with,
has been drifting from town to town
in states with very few people,
but overfilled with stark beauty

He’s been doing this for many years
in his shelter with wheels
He was just outside of Belle Fourche,
or maybe it was Medicine Bow,
when I last heard from him

I’ve never asked him
what he could possibly be looking for
out there on the backroads of the West

Lust seductively rests
solemnly on my tongue,
communion of the flesh
begins under a finger

beads of sweat break
free of bodies of heat,
running effortlessly
on glistening breasts

a curling between toes
grips counted linen,
rasping against cheeks
ruddy from exertion

Saliva shimmers lips
parted and panting,
and drying tongues
search rivers of relief

an ecstasy of knowing
screams its release,
begging for anchor
yet arching to flight

Down the time tunnels
I often walk feeling the chains.
In the dead of a winter's night
when the cold wind moans my name.

Like a knife's frigid touch
trying to tear me apart
through layers of clothing
it seeks out my beating heart...

In this wicked reality
I walk the dank streets alone
crunching leaves beneath my feet
reminding me of drying bone.

I fear I go to meet my death
no guns or blades allowed,
just bare fists, muscle and sinew
only we two, no clamoring crowd.

Cusp born Aquarian/Pisces Air and Water
a crazy mix, but a Gemini married me.
Air for Air we mesh, but Pisces goes alone
into my moody reverie in loving poetry.

Gemini, the thinker and the child,
when at rest his nose is in a book.
when he toils, his mind is put to task
at cosmic problems he will always take a look.

he affords me my space to create
with my moon in Cancer, the adolescent I feel
Aquarius, Idealism, I know, Pisces, I believe,
when I consider it all, it's not a bad deal.

Like a delicate flower
YES,
I endured through
Many battles of stormy weather
Day and night
rain and shine
And that I stay strong
Like a delicate flower
I STAY SURVIVED
Through many hardships
Of thirst quest and bitterness cold
I NEVER GIVE UP
Like a delicate flower, I have never
resign my beauty title
I still stand tall
to carry on my petals with
grace and poise
Like a delicate flower, I have passed through
many capricious seasons to come
with the various change in life

Today is just another step
Along the walk of life
Obstacles upon the road
Will no doubt cause you strife

Nothing’s insurmountable
You’ll always find a way
Unless you stop moving your feet
You can’t be led astray

Onward to the milestones
Inward through your mind
External forces slow you down
So inner strength you find

First you take a tiny step
Next you make it two
Keep stringing them together now
That’s all you need to do

Dream big and work hard
Be positive every single day
Your attitude makes a difference
In whether life goes your way

Push yourself beyond the limit
Until you can reach the sky
Sometimes, when you have big plans
You have to just do it or die

Devine feminine Triune
Triple goddess of the moon
Waxing, waning through her phases
Cycling through all life’s stages

The Graces, Seasons and the Fates
All things living, small or great
Swayed by Maiden, Mother, Crone
Before this thread of life is gone

Maiden spins life in her yarn
Crescent moon will wax and grow
New life and rebirth are she
Until she fully glows

The Mother is both yours and mine
Dominion is both life and love
Measuring the lengths of twine
She’s full now up above

It was a visit from our mom that brought about one of those defining moments of my very young life. My older sister, Coral, and I were living with Grandma Anderson and our mysterious step-grandpa. He was an Engineer on the Milwaukee Road Line, out of Minneapolis. He worked nights and slept days so our playtime had to be very quiet.

Grandma Anderson was a housewife, excelling at the role, except, for the most part, she was a terrible cook. She had a blackberry cobbler that was fabulous, but it was her only saving grace and redeeming quality!