Loves elixir flows,
from dripping petals,
an excited tentacle throbs
at every taste.

Aquamarine eyes hide,
rolled back behind eyelids,
skin as smooth as butter,
massage cubes roll under my hand.

Her green lipstick smile,
giving away her thoughts,
as pleasure overrides pain,
***** martini to finish.

Silica sparkles as the clouds part,
full Moon light illuminates the barrenness,
Mesquite leaf shadows like feathers,
tickle the prickly pears underneath.

In the darkness I feel eyes,
staring and studying me,
I click on the flashlight light,
nothing, no one at eye level.

I shine the beam around,
on the ground, thousands of sparkles,
reflect in the projected light,
frost, dew, jewels, I do not know.

To my knees I go,
studying the shimmering specks,
I suddenly realize why I felt watched,
spiders, hundreds of tiny spiders.

Their eyes like miniature mirrors,
staring at me, and sending my light,
back in my direction
signaling me their presence.

An army marches,
through fallen leaves,
ready for battle for food,
but I am not their prey.

Ocean tides of light,
swim across the night,
like his love for his girl
ever-flowing in this world.

His heart burns hot despite the cold,
in his arms, he wants to hold,
her forever and ever more,
so his love to her he swore.

From the frigid night a yes,
to a Mexican love nest,
with mariachis and candy skulls,
in their love, there are no lulls.

Wedded bliss as spirits bless,
a tuxedo and a white dress,
exchanging rings and I do's forever,
watched over by their ancestors.

Night creatures on the prowl,
stalking their prey in silvered moonlight,
from above wings flap and eyes glow,
searching for mice and shrews.

Through tall grass and into the
plowed fields, slinking close to the ground,
flattened and oozing through mountain filtered
cool air, the tomcat searches for a meal.

Mistletoe hangs in the naked mesquite tree,
years ago someone cut up soda cans into squares,
and hung in this tree with bits of wire,
long since grown into the limbs.

In the darkness of night especially in fall and winter,
this tree immediately takes you to Christmas,
as headlights reflect and shimmer off the aluminum,
in shades of silver, maroon, and green.

As the winter night breeze blows,
we pass by the tree and are compelled to stop,
my wife and I get out and approach and enjoy,
snowflakes begin to fall into the scene.

Perfection prior to Christmas,
as she notices the green mistletoe,
and presses her lips to mine,
cold snowflakes melt on our faces heightening senses.

With the reflection of shimmering colors in her eyes,
we hold hands and walk to the car,
the heater running, we listen to Christmas carols,
as we travel home toward family and the holiday.

Tapestries of time hang on memoried walls,
snippets remembered repetitively,
most happy, some profoundly sad,
woven together the good and the bad.

The crystal palace through her eyes,
a happy place but dangers lurk,
tread lightly, lest you break her heart,
tears start falling as the avalanche starts.

On her lips, I taste yesterday,
when we were young and dumb,
before life starts taking it bit by bit,
then one day you feel its hit.

The vision goes, and you start to sag,
aches and pains, and other ills,
but through it all, I see my love,
thankfully sent to me by God above.

Contrails drift across the full moon,
like from a Halloween witches broom,
the clouds are furrowed like a garden,
as they blow soft shadows harden.

Gleaming light from the sea of tranquility,
the smoke blows and curls with fluidity,
so bright out here no flashlight needed,
nights normal darkness has been impeded.

The campfire heats,
the soles of my feet,
wintertimes coldness,
I wish to cheat.

On this night,
so clear and bright,
let's go cuddle up
and say goodnight.