Sonnet
In soft refrain, these syllables fall
From gasping mouths, and in between the pants
Of husky breath, whispered words will call
And urge the other in this sensuous dance.
Astride and unashamed, your body moves
To unheard music playing in our minds,
While in my chest, my beating heart approves
The grand legato of your limbs entwined.
With teeth and tongues and arching spine, and now
The bold staccato of your fingernails
Embedded in my flesh, I think I know
How symphonies your every sense enthral.
Here in the dark, the colours of our song
Illuminate the love that now has grown.
The Great Red Dragon
If only they knew of the hell we have become,
And all the varied sins that overrun.
Where here, that evil takes its faceless form,
His stance is wide, his muscled legs are strong.
Leathered wings about him are outspread,
And fire rings a halo on his head.
Though monstrous large, his agile tread is light,
He steps upon the crescent of the night.
In the clutches of his sinewed tail,
A lady lies prostrate; her face is pale,
Her hands are raised entreatingly in prayer,
All around her flows her golden hair.
The dragon is the essence of her fear,
His beauty and brutality is clear,
And though his darkness o'er the scene is flung,
The woman is still clothed with the sun.
Love is a Sin
How can love be a sin?
That flutter in your stomach
When they walk into the room, and it's like
Sunrise
A soft, warm glow.
How can love be a sin?
The feeling of bravery
As you stand up, finally, and declare
"This is me"
And always has been.
How can love be a sin?
The slow, deliberate dedication
Of nurturing yourself, for every tomorrow.
Peeling oranges
And the tang of cheese.
How can love be a sin?
The comfortable satisfaction of knowing
That your family, by blood or bond,
Will fight
Beside you
Eclipse
I step quietly against the tide,
The hubbub of the waking world behind me,
And all around is blue and green.
The shadow of the moon wavers
On the ebb and flow, night within day.
Seaweed tendrils wrap around my ankles
And just for a moment, here in the sweet still calm
I surrender to the idea of eternity.
But the moon shifts
And the clouds drift across the sky
And the waves grow cold against my skin.
The sharp cry of the gull is echoed
By a foghorn from a ship on the horizon.
I return to this waking world,
But try to hold within me
That moment
