Sails

white on shades of blue-
the day ends as sailors tire
of chasing the wind

moonlight-
sailboats crease
the black water

Sting

alabaster skin
flush with the pain of pleasure
however fleeting

lilacs in bloom-
bees harbored
in the blossoms

Crimson

a kiss of sunlight
caught in the underside of
a cardinal’s wing

young rabbits-
wild strawberries
hidden in the grass

Roses

out with the mistress-
his rose garden wilting in
the seething sun

my delicate rose-
thorns buried
in my skin

Nosferatu

hiding from the sun
living in the shadows while
I curse the darkness

the moon obscured-
my ancient thirst
unslaked

Bed

the small of your back
illuminated softly
by a slice of moon

waterfall-
hair cascading
across my pillow

Sea

the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet

driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf

Death

my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity

under water-
the surface
receding

Heat

such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill

shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance

Flower

gathering pollen-
down among the lavender
the honeybees work

august sun-
on the pond
the lotus blooms