whir of days – House of Heart

Comes  the days when we reach back into seas of pinpoint diamonds where like globes of fire we spun through glimmering heavens yielding only to the pull of hearts. Now the dew falls from our eyes Not from  the sky, the tide pulls outward and mountains lose their foothold but a new sun is risingContinue reading “whir of days – House of Heart”

The Gold – House of Heart

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 lean in to breathe your smokey scent. I have entered that golden part of you immersed the sea that claimed me in oceansContinue reading “The Gold – House of Heart”

Blue Heron – House of Heart

There is a bird whose wings are the shades of a rainbow. When he grieves his sighs pervade the caves of forgotten dreams. His  sound is the laughter of children flowing like rippling  rivers to   soothe the hearts of angels. His tongue drips with the honey of desert flowers and his eyes are  an oceanContinue reading “Blue Heron – House of Heart”

Intentions – House of Heart

I  wonder about your kiss. Is it the taste of sweet oranges? Now Spring  hovers at my lips and my hair is filled with flowers. For you  a crown of ferns and twigs plucked between stones of a river. Wrapped in the arms of a gentle breeze I fear we will never kiss still myContinue reading “Intentions – House of Heart”

Wanderer – House of Heart

You with the unruly hairenticing prey with thatforbidden smile.They bore you but the game isthe thing and the road that youtravel howls with the Blue’s train.You navigate your map of unchartedpleasures and who could not love youfor dreaming a bold universe beyondthis pale world?At night You lie down on a river of starsamong drifting shadowsContinue reading “Wanderer – House of Heart”

confessionals and currency – House of Heart

Sheer scarves cover a bed side  lamp as night slips in on tiger paws the swaying beams of a velvet moon drift through  veils  of lilac tulle Her egg shell limbs are  caught in binds, her breasts alert gazelles she is the red of womanhood her eyes the shade of currency Her mind is  his confessionalContinue reading “confessionals and currency – House of Heart”

Absinthe – House of Heart

Molten wax streams down the copper sconce onto the night stand as  you light my cigarette and  proceed to pour  your   unholy green trinity of wormwood, fennel, and anise into a fine crystal goblet.   Holding the spoon gently to my lips I impudently turn away.  I do not touch your concoction until youContinue reading “Absinthe – House of Heart”

Passion Flower – House of Heart

The vibrancy of peony lush curls of gardenia the brush of nurture on birds of paradise tempests of wildflowers scattered across a meadow tame the feral garden she blooms for you art by Ronnie Piccard for more at House of Heart, click here: https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com/