corey spears

natures 1st gift to us/interlude 1

technology seeps from this mind in the same way
beauty from his skin, completely naturally
a laugh that incites laughter to follow
tendrils of gold drape cheekbones that are pefectly
structured around red-wine lips with plumpness that dare me
to kiss them.
I did!
under a full moon
exchanges of comparable existences
sand as our chair
no need for a blanket
we wrap around each other for warmth
hearts beating together
lips pressed
hands holding
the glow of the moon brightens and we dance away
telling the ocean good night
it crashes back
we drive and park
Unstoppable, your hands, my speedo
my face, your thighs
mounting our beginnings.

what color

Is it the blue that melts pink
into sunsets?
gold mixed into purple
bouncing off green ocean to brilliantly light your face;
shining, cancelling...
How lucky, how accidental.
What color came out?
Red swears away any yellow that dares to come to its show
Burgundy decides you're not worthy and tells everyone.
Blue soaks me and you.
Its too dark to know light...dark,almost black
but nonetheless reflecting spectacular beams
of icy silver and green, hanging on and dancing for us while
we watch and I wonder
what color you see?

Ptown Shack

standing on these shores
you know we've been here before
but never on this path
on this path are new sights.
great hills of sand with brush that mixes green, straw , and rosehips.
we touch as we walk
we see an empty shack made of wood
with nothing for miles but sand, ocean and stillness.
we find ourselves on the roof
we are naked
Blue sky looks down and assures us that we are alone.
This abandoned shack will play host to
our discovery of private beach bliss
and moreso to love.
I pick a flower for you and you give me a rock.
I sing to you while you lay in my lap.
your hair, like golden fleece, tickles my body.
You sleep in the sun making your winter-whitened skin honey colored and bright.
I stroke your head softly and know we are
a part of this perfect moment.

the first time/SOMERSET

Lit only by candlelight
we are wet and steamy.
in this surprise within a gift
water trickles down your rippling body
and splashes between my toes.
we are slick with soap and climb into
each other so quickly ,so effortlessly
Your face opens my usually locked walls
Your words can speak of no one else, no place else nor anytime but now-
just of me and my heart
Possessed by a power we've no resisitance to,
we are forced onto a mystical love affair with a rhythm of its own
we are awakened and smile to one another
we both think we really just made love
and we did.

the luckiest time repeats

you come to me in dreams
more beautiful than ever
all the confusion still intact
leading me through neighborhoods
you've long since moved from
I walk under structures half built
and between wood frames with spiderwebs covering them
a labyrinth of what I have always dreamed of and
what I'm now really dreaming.
I touch you and its like my hands never left:
the hair on your legs tickling me,your smell is heavy, your smooth stomach
with sweat dripping, seducing, almost daring me to try and chase it.
In this space below consciousness we meet
and I awake again knowing you were there too.
I feel spider bites from earlier
My ears ring from the green train that runs in front of your new house
All day I'm nervous and bite off all my nails.
But now I'm ready-
Ready to meet again and I will see you once more
in my dreams.

Endlessly
Heres where it goes when inside must come out
I put it here because inside is too small
Inside is making room
Its been twisted into something inexplicable.
Trying to make sense of so much beauty and adrenaline and desire
and longing.
When did you switch me?
Your lucky match?
your unfortuate flame?
Creases of strength and sweetness
make me know how much I am.
Lick your lips, do your thing
the one that keeps all others at bay.
Not that I can ensure my love, but if you keep crashing into my
shores, the surely my love, all my love
will be yours endlessly.

whose at the helm?

All laid out before me, I re think my position
Not where I was, but what I hold now
I am clear on the locale of the fantastic
and beautiful romance that we ate ,drank and danced for nightly
Now you dance for me a sad dance of your own choreography
this dance is technical; lifeless
no feeling or spontaneity- all predictable
I watch as your instructor in wonder
how it has changed
Not what it was, but where its gone to now-
the splendid joy that took me without effort.
Now I sit ruling failed communication and deflecting bad choices
to avoid removing the last veil of dignity that covers the skeleton
of the god I once knelt to on his shrine.
My time ran on the clock love set for me. Now pity is the second hand
and apathy the hour hand.
this clock runs fast exhausting its power source quickly.
This power source has not the center of what once you had beaming without stall.
Now the clock I see is on a loose band and belongs to another keeper.
Yes I know we were on the same time all of the time.
Now you, powerless in your homemade tower
loveless and alone can look to me and wonder how you
gave this to me. I am so grateful for it.
The freedom, the power, the mirror I see you in rearview as I continue forward and looking at
the clock ticking away.

glow

I heard you-
now that you have little messengers
you need not utter a sound
a direct line from heart to soul
you lit this flame
still burning
still lighting
it glows even in your absence
your thoughts feed this flame
whether or not they are spoken makes no difference
they were pushed out into space
the space that has an orbit around two hearts
they feel every pulse as if they were one
why say anything? just as its a thought,
it is instanly felt in me.
All of me, every truth that is me
It is now your truth, its now all of you.

mini post deux

glowing moon up above
lend me light
bring me love
cool blue but never sad
please go full
so I'll go mad