Dying Venus

A stunning Winter sunset on the Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah/ Photo by the author

Molten, electric light
Seizes my thighs
My mind's eye taken by
Dark firmament
Pierced through by gilded
Storm
Wanting, wanting, wanting

Venus rises high
Such sheer power
Holds tight
My breath, my skin,
The blood traveling hard
The course my veins
Dictate
Rising, rising, rising

Lapis vault grasping
Bruised crescent moon
Where stars paint the light
Absorbed by sensuous curves
Below
How I want inside, inside inside

I take the gold you offer
So generously from the clouds
Moving in, grasped by an anxious moment
Even the sky can be afraid
When the certainty of light is
Obscured in the moment
How far I am behind, behind, behind

Timid blue, shattered by the passion
Of the dying sun
How quickly he gives up his glory
How certainly his light fades

But you
My night sky, my ethereal grave
Without effort hold me fast
In your embrace
When the sun has failed me
When all my life has drained
Away, away, away

Golden Leaves

Golden Fall leaves at Galena Creek Park in Reno, Nevada/ Photo by the author

Yellow leaves
Hold transformation captive,
A moment lost, turning away

I came down to the river's edge
To find you
Dappled by the sun,
Your face the envy of even
Apollo's fairest countenance

How do I become the object
Of your desires?
I watch the waters
Shatter over moss-enveloped
Stones,
Slick and wet like your skin...
A Summer past when we
First met

Yellow leaves
Turning, turning, turning
I hold your face in the
Eyes of my heart,
Knowing that soon enough
The Winter will chase my
Memory away.