Sunday, October 17

...and with each in breath
imagine
becoming
free...


(those nights
where the sky is sexy
filled with dusk
and superimposed heavenly light
those autumn nights of setting flames of radiance in the sky
makes me hot
yea, it makes me hot for sleep
for dreams
lucidity and illusion
for love
and life
joy
poetry
             yea.
it makes me hot for myself
and that timeless connection between me
myself
and the high desert new mexico sky)