Red to Black

I posted this one elsewhere(link) but felt it should be in with this grouping of my poems. Enjoy.

Red to Black

If that enormous flood

of sensual, consuming passion

is there to drown in,

if that intangible connection

is burning like a fuse

that binds two longing hearts,

if that magical, magnetic pull

that thrust two hurling stars

into one single orbit,

charged with explosive flares of desire

and a rhythmic attraction dancing,

opposite polarity sparking,

then why do I set off sail,

jettisoned by sudden choice,

away from this treasure ship

filled with blissful indulgences,

for the lonely fathomless sea

yet again?

Drawn

I wrote this poem yesterday and posted it elsewhere but it fits better and belongs here.

Drawn

It moves through me,

like the ocean water’s undercurrent

as Poseidon thrusts his trident from the deepest sea waters.

I feel the warmth

like the first flash of dawn’s rays erupting over the horizon as day break

banishes night’s lonely chill.

I sense the curious lure,

like the draw of an eye,

to a distant, flickering of a pale candle’s light in a remote twilight forest.

I feel it sweeping over me,

Sleekly, smoothly, softly,

like a brush of satin, sheathing a lover’s body as she slips closer.

Freeway of fire

Generally I only post my new poems here. But today, I happened to come across this one of mine from 10/25/92. I’d forgotten all about it. Lately I’ve  apparently unknowingly borrowed a line or two  from this one and used them in new  writing. Enough of my rattling here it is.

The serpent, slowly he rides on a highway of fire,

Burning,

burning,

The fields are burning.

Silently, the skies above ,

heavens glory are burning.

The serpent, he strides on a freeway of fire.

Set alight, the mountain peak,

searing,

scorching,

with a kiss of flame,

a tongue of fire.

Slowly he creeps,

his scales flaring

like rose petals torching

among the remains of bludgeoned earth.

Silent return

At the last I spoke to you,

you disappeared for weeks.

Your mystery surely is safe here,

your secret I shall quietly keep.

Missed while you were  away,

for your return I wondered and waited.

You’re  just in time for Autumn,

Summer’s lingering soon will be faded.

It is like a picture taken and shown with neither words nor sound,

more is spoken in silence than words have ever found.

It will be warm inside this fall,

the fire kindled and glowing.

Stay a while if you will,

soon Autumn’s leaves start blowing.