Lovebird

Your brilliant hummingbird wings
Whispered their breath on my petals,
Before you dipped your proboscis
Into the sweet nectar of survival.
My corolla quivered at their fluttering vibration,
Blushing a deeper red at the orange and green salute.
The mystery of give and take was revealed to me in stages
As you hovered, then retreated.
Each time your forked tongue
Greedily took in more nectar.
My scent, my color attracted you,
And you drank until my sweetness was gone.
I heard your whispery retreat.

Now I am left with quivering petals
And a deep red blush, straining
To hear the humming again.

Reality

I shared myself-
my stories, my past, my body.
Then I was pinned down,
underdeveloped
in a mind I had no desire to cultivate,
a heart which made mine quail,
a body that became too heavy.
I was crushed underneath the weight of false hope.

Sleepyhead

You sleep when I need you;
You're awake when I don't.
Should you sleep less,
or should I need you more?

Unusable Signal

No dial tone,
Incessant static,
A voice that keeps breaking up:
When will I ever get through?

Abandon

Golds, reds, earthy ochres-
they are colors of voluptuous abandon
that flow in and out of my consciousness.
I give myself over to being absorbed by their warmth,
if only for a moment

Maria

We see a lonely figure, lingering on
the fringes, failing to join for fear of dismissal.
So do we welcome her with open arms?
No, we reject what we don't understand.
We're too squeamish to hold differences
comfortably in our hands.
Contact makes us flinch and falter, usually on the side of error.
First impressions are seared indelibly in our minds, those
vessels gifted with forgetfulness in hindsight but never in the moment.
There's no second chance for that figure
hovering in our shadows, behind the curtain of doubt.
Why don't we beckon?
Because we know we'd be beckoning to ourselves.

Breathe

Fragments, pieces:
a cacophony of thought
whirs in my head, like so many birds
beating their wings against
the net in which they're caught.
I hold my breath, waiting for them
to fly away.

Create in Me

There are splinters in my heart
but I will not allow You
to remove them for fear
of the anticipated pain.
The muscle throbs angrily,
and would grow infected if left alone.
Even still, ignorance and lack
of trust lead me to balk,
to struggle against You.

Teach me how to accept
the healing process.
Teach me how to let go of
the splinters of anger and resentment.
Teach me how to love as You did.
Create in me a clean heart, oh Lord.

C

C Viki yawn.
C Viki type.
C Viki yawn and type.

C Viki yawn.
C Viki stretch.
C Viki yawn and stretch.

C Viki yawn.
C Viki sleep.
C Viki yawn and sleep.

C ya later!

Scraps of Infinity

Red lives in blue embraces, golden refractions
Of stars and light emerge from our Mars-Venus ways.
Spiral paths in the whirling infinity of history and space
Are a truth from beyond the nebulae of darkening night.
Does Hubble see our vast minuteness in the
Infinite ages God set in motion before creation was born?
We descend from history and mountains catch our fall as
Our body, an explorer, shuttles us through
The continuum of aged truths and recent wisdom.
The little scraps given to keep ourselves going
Are numbered like the stars.
Separately and together, in the darkening berth, we
Hurtle through a narrow slice of the universe.
Can it contain our heat and light?
Violent duels erupt between us, galaxies struggling to be.
The gravity of chaos, marked by watching eyes
Behind spun glass and silver blankets,
Anchors the confetti-colored swirls of
After-glow and primordial gas.
We cross paths, leaving behind
Trails of stars, records of our existence.
And in the aftermath,
Whole new galaxies emerge,
Coalescing in bright blues-
The signature of things to come.

Dream of Senses

You make me feel
In a way I’ve missed
It’s been so long
Since I’ve been kissed

Not the kiss
of lips and tongues
But the meeting of eyes
Love filling my lungs

The tangling of fingers
A grasp of the heart
That tissue long dead
Now alive and a part

Of an organ of fire
This tongue in my brain
The whispers of solace
A golden refrain

A flash of red color
Arouses my mind
The taste of your love
A giving in kind

Twining and twisting
My eyes drink in new thirst
You grab my heart’s lining
I want your soul first

A pleasured gratuity
Eyes, fingers, skin
Yet planted beneath them
A love grows within

Light gleams inside me
A radiance of senses
Leaving behind
All those sad recompenses

But wait......

I rise in the darkness
Forlorn and befuddled
It’s all been a dream
In hopes I have huddled

A figure that resonates
Loneliness yet
I close my eyes tightly
And try to forget

Breeze (Breathe III)

I become the sun's heat as I lie in its embrace.
For a moment, a breeze traces cool breath
on my bare shoulders, spine, waist, legs. I shiver.
A wandering troubador with ghost fingers
haunts my skin.

progress

olives-salty, briny-weep:
tears of shiny skin.
he bites into the flesh
and tears away the meat.
the pit jars his progress,
giving resistance, and
is immediately spit into the dirt.

Bricks

The path:
dried, fragile
leaves strewn
over what
used to
lead to
dreams are
caught in
brambles, impenetrable
hedges still
sparsely populated
by a
few flowers
of possibility.
I fear
they may
wither.

What Do I Like?

I like a man who can look me in the eye,
tell me everything he wants,
and convince me to give it to him
without ever saying a word.

Sun

The sun-its gilded, unreasoning golden fury
blinds me, warms me, lends me life
until I return to the cool dust
of the earth and atmosphere

Breathe II

I lie on a blanket of sand wearing
nothing but the sun.
A visible feast sears my eyes-
Verdant leaves and glittering
blue diamond ocean.
A wreath of lights ignites my eyes and
I start to feel translucent.
All that I am is there in the gleam.
And I rest with no other
thought in my mind than to breathe.

Conditions of the Heart

Does poetry ever really tell who we are?
It is a collection of words crafted in a specific time and place.
If honest, poetry represents who the writer is
at the point when the reader and the words combine
to create an understanding that elevates, expands,
exercises the mind and heart.
Whether it follows a formula, rhymes, or flows freely,
a poem opens avenues for expression.

Dawn

Dawn

I lie awake
Staring over at you
Across the blanket of clouds.
Pink and Gold fingers
Tousle my sleepy reverie
And I let go.


Sunlight glides
Across the curves,
Descending
As it enlightens
My need for you.