And in the end I loved him
Like I never could or should,
Unconditionally, fatuously
He got me through the rough
Just after Stevie Ray died
And yet through not enough,
I needed more. I have more
Now and yet, now I reside
In the white space forming
Where I can see my heart
Aflutter denying nothing
But enjoying all she can.

I
Call her a lady
Sometimes
When
She’s your baby
Sometimes
Just call her
Cause
She’s a good lay
Sometimes.

Though in her heart
She needs a friend
Every now and then.

She embrace the state
Fully knowing
And yet bitter sweetly
At a loss.
Even as stillness comes
The craving.

When she stop asking,
Stop stalking
The verve will be gone,
Her passion spent
And heart too sore again.

She may embrace
Her submission as well
As her aggression
But she lay naked
To no man in subservience.

II
The hours blur into days gone the way of the fey,
Her mind spent off on odd thoughts a pondering
Existence and the state of being stilly
In convergence with the urgence of her needs
Voice low and rough as life beats her down
She will sing away anyway, find her path alone.

III
I just want the words to spill,
Spit forth from lips like venom
Sucked straight from the veins.

The myriad thoughts of all that fall
Are these? While the others stay a fester.

Everyone’s a fucking poet
They write their smallness
In a tight hand. Their lives
Neatly fitting into form
And rhyme while my soul
Bleeds all across the lines
And on into the white space.

Bleed away the day
Gettin’ by on nothing.

I
Tears cool,
Sweet juice dripping
Down skin so smooth
Like blood from a wound…

Streaming in a mad bass line.
She wanders aimlessly why
Her joy fills the empty
Spaces where

Something else should be.
Should, should
She never quite did it right
The way the others say…
She should.

But then again, if she did
Would she be so
Real in the now
Fingers strumming long
Lean lines of him.

She breathes deep
He likes the bright
Laughing Peach.
And keeps her that way.

II
They had stepped back
Moving closer in.
She smiles her way, a
Cool mischevious grin.
Confused yet soaring,
Questioning no one
And nothing, just being.

III
Her god will kill her
Sweetly and with passion
As her heart knows no
Other way. She will let him.

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.