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    The High Priestess

     

    The high priestess sits at the entrance to the temple, her eyes open and still, her hands folded in her lap. From across the great chessboard plane I approach her. She never looks away, yet never looks at me, never moves, never gives a clue if she notices me or not. I ache to […]

    heat drips from the

     

    heat drips from the

    shutters brilliant

    yellow sun pulses

    hot shadows vanish

    eyelids hang

    heavy disguises

    melt window

    curtains blow open

    balmy bodies

    flow trails of slow

    smoke hair falls free

    sweat drops gather

    slide smells rise

    heavy rumble of

    earth calling your

    thigh wants I

    follow salt down

    sound of water closing

    over […]

    Making Love Last Night

     

    Making love last night,

    light as lace

    soft as skin,

    slow as the passing of the moon.

     

    First comes being here,

    exactly here.

    All the rest follows,

    intentionless as a dream.

     

    Do I dream these touches

    delicate as snow

    bending the hairs on my back?

    Lips and tongues brush

    weightless as ghost […]

    To Whom It May Concern

     

    Not a word!

    The eyes speak in rivers,

    the fingers in trees.

    The body has a language all its own:

    this time we’ll send the interpreter home.

     

    I will open you

    petal by petal

    taking all the time in the world.

    I will build with you a […]