I snuggle here surrounded
by a deep softness. In warm
blankets and dim light I close
these eyes and listen to the
rhythm of his soul, feeling
in his red heart: I am home.

// 13 Jul 2019

Sunset in Coron

This one is based on this amateur watercolor painting.


You are this scented scene, scented
with the smell of the salt sea.
Without you here, the fragrance
of this place would mean nothing to me.

We sit upon a rock on this quiet hill
as I retire a cold cheek on your shoulder.
How my mind winds down into silence here
with your presence a breath close to me.

And what would be more gentle, your soft eyes,
the cool wind that slowly encloses us,
or your voice? In the pauses, in secrecy,
my soul is making love with you–patiently.

I will remember you like this, when the sun sinks
inside this memory of us and sets us alight,
like how you consume me until I am nothing,
until we fade into the blood sky, the deep night.

// 29 Jun 2019

Chavit Kills A Lion

Dedicated to the statesman who killed a lion on his birthday.


Upon his lap, my body hangs
dead and wasted from this chase.
And there he lays upon his arm
this hairy beast's sleeping face.

He came in here riled and rifled
like he owned my desert place.
With one bullet he stole my pride,
left my body rotting in disgrace.

I put an end to all this madness,
to this madness I drive a nail,
to hang upon my lover's cross
my silent roar, my wordless tale.

// 27 Jun 2019

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