Nights while you sleep my lips are so close I can draw your breath in like an infant at its mother’s breast. I run my fingers down the curve of your spine leaning in to inhale the scent of your body. I have entered that golden part of you, immersed the sea that claimed me in oceans of fiery sunsets. When our hearts grow mute we will know we we have drifted too near the sun.
art by Karol Bak
Winter does not empathize
with withered branches
or displaced birds fleeing waves of
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen
flicker at the curve of billowed thighs,
glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs
ensnared in her exquisite binds.
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art by Karol Bak
Some nights I must draw a line,
a demarcation where dreams
and subconscious bend perception
to shape reality.
In my savage dreams I peel back my skin
press bristles of feathers through my bones
take to the sky on a fury of wings
In search of your harem among the clouds .
art by Karol Bak
Winter does not empathize
with withered branches
or displaced birds fleeing waves of
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover
her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen
flicker at the curve of billowed thighs.
Glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs
ensnared in her exquisite binds.
Karol Bak
Lying back on clouds capricious birds tweet
into my ear so I open my empty palm
expecting metaphors to light like songbirds.
From here I can see the river Delta,
dark green tarpaulin stretched across the hemisphere.
Murky waters reflect gray skies and past
memories flow by with fleeting clouds.
Just before sleep captures my mind I consider
metaphysical nonsense.
You say I am your guardian angel and
my breasts your confessional.
We Suspend above the boredom of life
sinking in ruins of madness.
art by Karol Bak
