As Exile


can you feel me
hear me
across the void
this featureless plain
between us when apart

i will work here, alone
building a platform
for your return
with planks of hope
and longing

i gaze into eternity
aspire to your essence
i yearn

when you alight
once more upon my earth
i will embrace your
tender footfalls

in your face
your eyes
your mouth
again
I am born

I am new
coaxed out
my love
I am home



Roads of Fire


outside
frigid dormancy
roots recede into still earth
delaying the outlay
of verdant spring

inside
a lovers furnace
we run on roads of fire
burning grecian summer haze
fiery delights

we ride the roads of fire
we urge our horses on
smouldering flesh
the sting of the whip
ripped sundry savage voices
of the soul

where ends the road of fire
cool elms rise lining riverbank
before a host of silent witness
the liquid scream, my name
echoes and dissipates



Ascendent


my cosmos
my starred night
i long for you

return to me
your mystery
your firmament
reaffix the filaments
of your absolute
magnitude

i languish here
in aphelion
my hungry gaze
falling far short
of your horizon
eclipsed by these rudiments
these meaningless vectors

i lay here
without purpose
useless fingers, lips, tongue
useless mind and eye

rise my binary
i will hover in your halo
once again
i will orbit you
my burning hands
on your fleshed constellations
i will witness the universe
turning slowly on your hips



The Map Room


Anaximander & Ptolemy
fearing horror vacui
filled dark spaces with monsters
invented cities, illuminated visions of lore
annotated myths and mayhem
distorting purity of place
inking fantasy in cartouche

On you, the land of my kisses
nature etches truer contours
red inked fingertips trace
lines of new jurisdiction
raging tributaries
new exotic coordinates

This then hints at our purpose
to map outer lands
source deeper mystery
explore places that keep secret
rich lodes of rubies, sapphires
of iron they contain