Find me in the willows
Long stemmed where
The snakes gather
In tall grasses of late
Summer in the south,
The shallows warm,
The Mud cool, miring.

Bring to me fey days
Of sweet scents and
Tastes of homespun
Passions and the call
Of cicada deep as night
Comes to meet weary
Flesh and eyes a flutter.

Oh my south my sweet
Texas soil and winds
That meet my upturned
Face the sun has kissed,
My south demure, languid
As fingers stroking soft
The heaven and the skies
That move me to words.

I sing the body,
The soul found not quite
In the autumn of life,
I write the joy
Of being still in stillness
For livings sake.

channeling

It came swift on the winds of early evening
Like a flood across a parched dry Texas.
Feelings so intense, so deep, so sad I wept,
Sweet tears streaming from gentle blinking
Eyes confused and the intensity for him
To hold me close consumed and was gone
In another blink leaving wonder at the happening.

As she lay soft drifting on the sea
Of twilight kissing dreams as wet,
Thoughts of the evening past came
Stirring her need for him sweetly
The same as it had been before,
Hand of it’s own accord feeling
Freely the in and out of things.
Back flush against muscles taught
The depth of her was stroked
Like midnight and she purred.

On the tip of her
Tongue never falling
Were words of a
Complimentary nature,
It being the best yet.
Instead she licked
Her paws purring,
Stretching feet along
His smooth skin.

Pants off…and
In the blink of an eye
She’s on the candy
Like a starving thing
No grace, she fills
Her need.