Standing on the edge of the world
................................her toes touching eternity as
sea eagles soar above her head
............................riding the currents of her existance.

Wild straw daisies graze her legs
........................waiting patiently for her attentions while her shadow dances in the moonlight
...........................unaware of her reluctance.

Pregnant ocean hears her thoughts
............................midwife to the tides
of her everchanging emotions
.......................the overdue labour of life.

The absence of breeze upon her skin
............................expectantly holds it's breath
awaiting her decision.

Raucous laughter erupts from the bare cliff's path, young drunken lust seeking solace in the gloom.

Turning her back on intimate destiny
................for now, her feet embrace the earth once again.

I must imput a reply that I feel is needed here.

It is difficult for me to write a "blanket" reply that could cover the range of emotions felt from your writings, so humor was my armor. I apolgize for the comment "Poetic orgasm", but indeed it was. It offered many emotions, made me speechless in awe, feeling confused and breathless, and without words. What does that sound like to you?

The piledriver comment....... Your talent brings a cannon to a gun fight, and so many in one place, was like bringing forward a whole regiment. Please forgive my humorous descriptive of you post. It was not the content I was replying to, but the beautiful barrage of your works.

Staccatoburstsofwords..... fly........................ forth
........................................tumbling
striking
...................bouncing

scattered
.....across the .....................................page.

Do
they
require
straightening
conforming...................................to the whims...of
discipline?


Or free

to
.........................meander
.................as they...want.........anywhere


they



choose?



Defiance..........challenges




order

and





pronounces

...........................................victory.

i stood upon the ridge with snow and alpine flowers
where the surefooted and the reckless go
and i think to myself
above me is emptiness
and below me are waterfalls into deep pools

so i hike to a lake where few ever go
and rest myself at my rock near the great falls
crashing forever, fiercely churning the ledge
grinding granite, shearing slate, melting limestone
in front of my face

i come here because it is
where she always cries
her freshwater tears condensing on my cheeks
in bright sunlight filtered through high branches
and tenacious vines

i hold the moment close to my naked breast
as i close my eyes thinking
cry on me sweet river cry on me...

Jess






Slow

Tangled sighs

Lifted hearts

Loose ends


One
inside
the
other


Twisting just so

Wrapping around

Eternity


one
inside
the
other


Tethered tight

Pull too hard

And it all




.............................................comes undone.


Slipknots.

Tell why love was
staggering
through dark slender sounds
today.

Ask her wants
what secrets are
growing
out from this man.

See within her wild
tomes
the glass page
cracked open.

Windows
see inside our
lives and whispers
unseen.

Eyes around the edges
drinking in the sounds
cooling winds
and fiery paths
slashed across
these grounds.

Silent hands upholding
secrets deep within
jumbled pieces
blown about
minds baring
naked skin.

Voices tred so gently
silent in their song
wander through the
valleys deep
casting shadows
lifetimes long.

She left
...............before arriving.

He looked
...............before seeing.

They woke
...............before sleeping.

She loved
...............before living.

He took
...............before giving.

They parted
...............before meeting.

You astound me sister

Can you recall the hardness of the baked land beneath your feet?

Hardened by the centuries of harshness, brittle from the scorching heat.

Can you see the cool depths beneath the surface?

Where reflections are so pure, and the waters still, mirrored in perfection.

Did you drink from these waters?

Long, cool, sweet draughts of history.

And were you quenched?

Are they your footprints in the mud?

Or someone elses?

Did I only dream you ?

Your song continues; traveling through currents of emotions.....traveling at the speed of sound, I feel you.....

You always amaze me Jess

This bed, it is island
buffered by life's storms.

This bed, it is oasis
from thirsting memories.

This bed, it holds the stories
of laughter, tears and hope.

This bed, it holds the safety
from fears and dark terrors.

This bed, it is torture chamber
of night's long lost and gone.

This bed, it knows the secrets
whispered in the dark.

This bed, was once sanctuary
from all that grazed the soul.

This bed is history....


....in the making.

this bed is the home of dreams
EXQUISITE
dreams

I still you see you

in the darkened doorway
the people on the street
the folded towel next to me
the sand beneath my feet
the wrinkles of my pillow.

I still hear you

in the roar of the surf
the whisper of the wind
the howl of the dog
the clink of a glass
the silences of early dawn

I still smell you

in the morning coffee at my hand
the soap upon my body
the ozone of summer storms
the cooking of pancakes
in the crevasses ofmy soul

I still feel you.

She keeps her secrets in the folds of the cloth
..............that she weaves in sunshine.
Simple cloth to all that purchase her dreams
..............woven from a loom of life.

He wears her secrets in the pockets of his shirt
..............sewn by her hands of time.
Gentle hands that tire of long waiting
..............restless in their patience.

The fabric of love is but a fragile veil
..............worn by flushed young brides.
Tossed aside in darkened hours of sweet embrace
..............laid crumpled on the floor.


She keeps her secrets in the folds of the cloth.

She's impatient tonight

Stomps her feet
Gnashes her teeth
Shakes her fists

A hush across the sky.

Flashing eyes
Roaring voice
Unleashes her fury

Warm earth opens to her
As she cries her tears
Of heated frustration.


Spring storms.