listening to you

It amazes me how defiantly
this life craves my attention,
how when all is needfully said,
why should I yet attached be?

I have known and mourned
lives far better than my own,
so much more deserving
as gently they nurtured hope.

And with each their passing
I prowled through sorrow,
a petty persistent growl
howling across the distance.

Another day, another year
as time selfishly scratched
across my aching skin scanning
the angry scaly days to come.

Then why me? Why should now
this dancing, this boldly enhancing
love so deeply me enchanting
inspire my heart to adoration?

How have I deserved this joy?

I long for the noisy distance to end,
for time to bid sweet reprieve,
to hold, be held, be known—
and to discover how it feels

to hear you with my soul.

Salt Lake City 03 July 2022


mo ghràidh, in loving you as I do
I feel the wholesome warmth
of the gentlest autumn sun
bathing my face in felicity

when you touch me, eager waves
of clarified hope heartfully
spread from your fingertips
caressing my weary limbs

in reaching out for joyful you
I feel the wizened withering gray
of my gaining years failing
fall quite humbled to the earth

facsimiles of mundane being
beadingly clinging desperately
to my skin begin to peel away
while rays of healing surround me

when you hold me, my sweet love
I know at last the touch of truth
and the passionate embrace
of glorious Brìghde ascendent

Salt Lake City 03 July 2022

whispers of love

When I bend over your breast,
I hear your heart chanting,
panting a rhythm that reels
my feeling soul forth to dance
and dreamily desire deliciously
beautiful you, my sweet love.

Your heart wondrous whispers
words that an honest soul perceives,
preciously painting my thoughts
with willows wandering the heavens,
filling my soul with questions of when,
while lilies linger worshipping you.

“I am yours,” I breath across your skin
as enchanted I tickling trace your lips.
“All of me,” I sigh into your loving soul
composing colors in tones never seen:
“your neck, your cheeks, your lips,”
I enumerate, covering each with my mouth.

“Even the melting eternity of your eyes,”
I hum, touching on a moment’s mystery,
richly rising above this beguiling history
while my hands caress the gentlest swell
of your breasts, suckling them hungrily,
listening to the beating of your bold heart.

“I wish forever to explore you,” I murmur
while my spirit sings joyfully your name,
adoring your flesh, your body, your soul,
and still I appeal for ever more of you.
“Forever it is then,” you knowingly assent,
your hand coming to rest over my heart.

“This be mine then and mine be yours,” you vow
as the moon whispers delicately of love.

Salt Lake City 29 Jun 2022


ephemeral, vague, transient, lost—
but no, so far from it, so very
distinct from cliché descriptions

no, my memories of you, of us
are so far removed from fleeting
depictions of routine conveyance

making love to you, hovering
over warmly opening offering you,
pulsing deeply within embracing you

I treasure them all, every eagerly
living breathing memory of us
trusting always and forever in this

that I love you and you love me
and the days to come are ours
to discover together

Salt Lake City 27 June 2022

ride me

bless me, equine Epona,
fairest divinity, Rhiannon,
goddess of the fairy fields
and of tender fertile glances,

make of me a stallion strong
straining at the brittle bit
fleshly nipping here and there,
baring myself, my soul to her

ride me, luaidh mo chèile,
ride this rigid striding beast,
your eager thighs clinging
to my proud flexing flanks

ride me delicious delighting
while your locks descending
veil your lips, as my mane
brushes the tips of your breasts

hold me, your hips pounding me
never concealing, this me pulsing
between your grasping legs
your fleshly pleasure begs

of you ever rising, flying hard
o’er Highlands sacred, past
Gleann Fhionnain to Loch Shiel
where ye weary rest at last

into the water ye plunge
to cool the hot aching core
of you wholly possessed
your skin now gently caressed

as I most pleased
and panting watch on,
ever eager for more

Salt Lake City 23 June 2022

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your smile

a most timid breeze breathes
across the newly leafing trees
that encircle my birthing world,
gently scattering bare blossoms
like whirling wisps twisting
turning ever yearning to rise
once more into shimmering skies
of deepest meaningful blue

I watch them falling finally
coming to rest nestling among
the bright blades of grass
that tickle the feet of children
prancing playful in dayful
dreams laughingly entranced,
and I wonder at just how joyful
my chanting cheerful heart

ascends on wings singing
to heaven’s gate gratefully
guided by the blissful smiles
you bless me with every day

Salt Lake City 22 June 2022

before there was song

if ever there was a time before song
then still I am sure was the land
filled with singers ringing their hearts
for want of just the right words
to express the truths they held dear
or the fears born of darkly silence

how maddening the unspoken tones
tearfully tearing at their sighing souls,
the mourning melancholy when folly
begets loss and limits salvation’s hope,
but much more than this: how dreadful
to love yet lack the lyrics to sing!

i am no artist, yet can in clinging feel
the beating of this heart, and thus reveal
through Brighid’s profoundly mystical
inspiration, paving the way for tales
of sensual abandon and honest desires,
and verses that simply vowing explore

more adoringly the fullest warmth
and gentlest beauty of my beloved
that naturally rises beyond any song
ever sung by the fair finest of men

Salt Lake City 21 June 2022

the music of you

there has never been
a time in my life
when music could not
teach my listing lips
to hopefully smile
or my tired eyes
to fill with the tears
that longing sheds

and yet

i have never known
a more beautiful
song than the words
that you earnest speak
to this simplest me,
no music more lovely
than the very sound
of your vibrant voice

i suspect

you could not believe
this to be more
than mere romantic
rumination, me musing
on alluringly limpid
colors, textures, tones
that idealize more
than realizingly see

but i know

and in knowing feel
and in feeling, i am
so joyfully devoted,
my love, to you

Salt Lake City 20 June 2022

an honest heart

I have known more than enough
of broken hopes and callous care
to dully predict another tomorrow,
and yet still I lingering lay my head
on the same pillow each night
and anxious await the coming dawn.

I have felt these restless sinews
woven too impeccably tight,
brightly grasping lacquered boxes
and loosely bound leaves that hold
far more of tremblingly tormented
lives than I could ever comprehend.

There was a time when unsubtle I
would squat behind the ninth row
of jealously whispering players while
perusing the pages of Castiglione
like the most masochistic of voyeurs,
praying piteously for just one chance.

I could not have known back then
what I so feelingly fully ken now—
how glorious the embrace of love’s
true heart can be when weaned
of unnatural and unnecessary fears,
how immeasurably beautiful it is

to be sweetly adored
by one who is guided
by an unpretentious
and most honest heart.

Salt Lake City 18 June 2022

these words

there is such artifice to life
surrounding us, impounding
the precious creativity in us
so that our words begin to feel
foolishly empty, vapid and vain
expressions of mere fetid fallacy

then how is it that, in speaking
to you, I feel my words imbued
with such animate potency,
unencumbered by petty pretence
uninstructed by egregious ego
and its ever enervating charm

each day I rise thinking of you,
and the words that I hopeful offer
ascend happily from my heart,
being so much more than ambitious
constructs dripping from the mouth
of some mealy-minded courtier

rather, my love, are they
the breath of my soul
seeking ever wonderful you
most honestly to adore

Salt Lake City 16 June 2022