Protean

You're flowing deep like swirling seas.

Your waves approach my waiting knees.

Beneath your beat I would submerse

And drown below your boundless verse.

Surround me in your turbid sound

And steal me from the barren ground

Of lands that feel not rain's release.

Erode this parched and hollow peace.

Wash away the dunes of doubt

And dowse this desolated drought.

Slip me through unsteady shoals

Into the tides of twining souls.

Slake this ancient thirst in full.

Slay me with your fatal pull.

These eyes shall know their final close

As breath is reft by liquid prose.

She Was a Teenage Tree Mage

Her roots reach around to unravel my soul.

Botanical bombast's imbuing her bole.

Her branches are grasping at shreds of the sky.

Her soil seems to teem with the sound of her sigh.

The seeds of her spirit are sown in my sight.

I'm deep in the weeds of her wilding delight.

The leaves of her love are alive with the verd

Of lingering laughter and whispery word.

She's bare in the bloom of a blissful embrace.

Her bosom's the blossom of estival grace.

Her grove is aglow in the growing romance.

Its glimmering glee is enchanting my glance.

Her forest's a force of felicitous fate.

Her face is a flower with power to sate.

Dryadic desire's afire in full.

I'm doomed in the draw of her delicate pull.

The blood of the rose is my chosen defeat.

It shows what it knows as it flows in the heat.

The secrets it sings bring the sting of the thorn.

By the pain that it pays, a new season is born.

Write Lightning

Let’s write our names in lightning

And mark our time in flame.

Remember every glory

Our story spreads to frame.

Upon my heart is graven

Each sound your lips did breathe.

My soul is never silent

Where all your songs do seethe.

The etchings of an evening

Shall last beyond the night.

In far and unseen aeons,

Their words are ever bright.

The message of the moment,

Immortalized in mind,

Can only grow more potent

In futures fit to find.

An Untried Triad

I fought off the words that rose to my lips

Whenever I felt your embrace.

It felt strange to contain, but it spared all the pain

That the phrase would have brought to your face.

It's a sentence all know, but I kept it below,

For such things aren't accepted in haste.

It's the truth I believe, but it's not one received

Without risk of creating a waste.

I disguised it in song where it wouldn't go wrong.

It belonged far away from your eyes.

But all that's in the rear, and now there's no fear

To be clear where it wouldn't be wise.

The feeling's too vast to forget when it's passed,

But it's not to be said when it's new.

As the last bell has tolled for the memory I hold,

I can finally say it to you.