after a kiss

sometimes
i wonder what is the meaning of touch -
lips to lips, face to fingertips
I sense as a mirror,
giving all of one dimension,
but in completeness there is absence
sometimes i wonder...after a kiss

how might i see myself when loving you?
what do i feel when seeing you?

Sometimes when we love
when i sense your wetness in a pool of sounds-
i want to be outside too- and when
we rise together in a crescendo
i would stop, hold a penultimate edge.

It is both strange and wonderful,
such layers and veiled complexities--
as if a universe of thought, flowed like a river
and I am caught in currents --in these moments,
being with a woman.

Connecting...

My restless spirit speaks low

connecting yesterday and tomorrow

like  mortar between layers of brick

resting atop the past in wait for my hands

to place evidence of the present

We live within a miracle of thought and matter,

by avenues of insight and reason

to fathom endless depths of existence--

of possibility, seamless and boundless.

We create within things

seemingly created for us-

custom fit to vast possibilities of pulse and breath.

The ends of mystery slip away as we reach;

life teaches and we learn

by bitter tastes and honey drops.

And then there are simply moments

in which I can rest, in the endless sea of stars;

or when moon dazzles tides-in a million moments of truth-

or in the last time…I saw your eyes