Under your mosquito net

Allow myself under your mosquito net
Tell you all my secrets at your bedside
Like innocent children, sexless yet sensing it
Confess on the empty paradise beach my broken heartedness
Free from judgment or expectation, yet I expected consummation
Fear it like a plague, this intimacy
Need it like the earth needs morning dew upon it
Scratching the wounds being bit w/this togetherness
And all my bites are nearly healed, the last fragments of devotion

Zorastic Inclinations of Favor

Lets speak of significant pasts, others
Their souls like torn pages from an old yellowed book, out of print treasures
More like ghosts you cant speak of

Tickle your fears w/shared experience
I’ve mastered spirits that molested you
Exposed your Achilles weakness and tried to disable you
They are like flies I swat away
I’m given power from being so powerless
No need to fear in my company, humble authority
I’m brave enough for three
I’ve been living free
Even if its alone in virgin jungle territory

Sit down, take off your outer layers, get comfortable enough w/me
Let me feed and water you, quench immediate needs
Don’t be inhibited or care of protocols
Accept my offer, I give graciously

Listen to me share
Your interest, even half-hearted pulls me in
I wont ever reveal everything
Keep parts of me to myself consciously
Permit the vaulted gold to increase in value

You’ve said enough to reveal human imperfections
I’ve the hard earned, learned maturity to accept them
Not try to master or correct them.

Learned a lot, forlorn, a pile of bones on the treeless peak
Stripped skeleton, picked clean by vultures and bleached by Himalayan suns
Dead enough to be regenerated
Learn the regrets of youth while mothering alone-
Amity isn’t seeing just the latent potential, the best, what might be
Chose to love the underdeveloped, ugly rest
If I’d do it again I’d make my consort a choice, not Nature’s lust
Find consummation in accepting you just as you are
Who is inclined to encounter and return the favor?

Mountains and Sea

Rainclouds gather like blue shadows along my window view
Making the pink of the flower petals heighten their hue
I soon thought I’d be with you, on a free morning
You chose to close your shutters, profess to forget
Water the garden of deep retrospect
I hope you regret, when the sky unfastens above you
Torrents of my electricity, your imploding thunder
I need to be near mountains and water

Stare for hours at the sea
Sit in your presence, fall at your feet to listen
Made to carry you like a vessel
Hugging precious porcelain against browned skin
Filled to the brim, soothe this thirst
Look upon you like a sorceress,
Investigate the imminent prospect, water falling
Stroke you with my fingertips, thrill at the slightest ripple knowing

Cool my heat w/ a bath
Jump under a wave and pleasure splash
Frolic in your ocean foam
Sand falling off all the way home

Answers in the desert

Avoid the truth like a drinker avoids the morning mirror
Change the routine like dirty bedding
The day like a new neighborhood cafe
So casual, so meaningless
Its nothing at all, just a day

The days add up into a new ruling hegemony
The old world has slowly taken over the decay
Aliens have established and smashed the old relics
you’re nowhere to be found
Possibly an old femur, skull or medallion
buried under layers of forgotten civilizations
Uncovered, exposed like a fragrant song
like incense, a holy shroud
Crumbles into dust at my fingertips

If only you could last the final analysis
Not of books or mind, microscopes or even past experience
I destroyed the lab long ago and laid in the mess of it, dreaming
Solve all our problems while we rest
Answer me there with the old scrolls in the desert cave of a new day

Reoccurring Dream

Be comforted relearning forgotten languages
Burn your pride w/blushing shame
Having your tongue unable to form the most basic of sounds
Mind cloudy from foreign tongues
A walking tower of babbling confusion

Eventually the weight melts w/ the pride
All the impurities milled out
The remains are pure, child-like tears of silver

Reoccurring dream always traveling
Missed the train escalator on the right plane to London
Another plane, cruel players in the station
Familiar nocturnal neighborhoods
Upper middle class hills driving around their mazes
Is it my neighbor or me?
Is it my home or the one I’d like it to be?

Reoccurring life theme, freedom or settling
Travels and getting lost in between

That feeling near panic
Like when you child, lose your mother in a crowd of strangers
Miss the plane to dream destiny
I speak your language fluently in my dream
Sprinkle the pillow w/silver linings

The neighborhood caliph

The neighborhood caliph also rushes down the stairs
Throw out the week’s collective dregs
Catch the stench for a swift moment
Open kitchen cabinets share shared domestic treasures
Clutter of another resembles slightly
Intimate tight spaces, precious medicinal elixirs
Spoon feed me
I’m self- conscious and slightly uncomfortable
Being so closely observed from your throne
Wonder what thoughts flutter like cloud birds
Like reef fish swimming through your water born crown
As you watch me mother another

Our accumulative experience fails us
No one dare disturb the water
Like a meeting of sky and sea, brewing tempest
Start a small war
The youth in me grows restless for revolution
Tearing down walls of current rulers, craving chaos
Storms of electricity
Redistribute the wealth
Which part of me has been hording all the energy?

I was uber calm, cold like frosted morning windows
I can’t see anything
Cool my simmering underneath
These past years of mountain top hermitage taught me
All about the weather
Inner climate control calling blizzards in midsummer
Only a superior celestial force could best me
We all know you’re a prince
You’re about to learn I’m a covert sorceress.

Intergalactic otter

Heaven is in your company show me what you know
All the secrets I take it all in
Fill me up before we begin
Born under the cauldron constellation
Star gazing of future sin

Let me linger longer under your sun
Stir warm my winter blood, stay a while
Waiting for you and losing heart to be bold
Detach sitting so close
Like a campfire quickly stamped out in panic
A sacred ice lingam pilgrims risk their lives to see
Frozen pillar of cold penetrability
I fall at your feet fill my empty canteen
I left your cave unconvinced, let down by presumption
Numb I shun evening’s celebrations

If you can’t be mine I’ll avoid future conversations
So I boarded the crystal ship, laid on her slick cold floor
Weep for missed chance at bliss, loves first kiss
Deliver myself from feeling anything
More than willing to hand over my freedom, what I cherish
But you’ve no eye for a pure heart
Still you search and you’re only getting older

I sail away to other waters to admire
Not really marine nor land creature
Not really an earthling, an intergalactic otter finding pearls while I play