Nowhere Man

my feet are lighter than water and skin a warm but repetitive thing gouache spreads, I am riding this light a dynamic cellular beating lifts and a rush of wing feeds the air I am the nowhere man holding the gold with certain eyes, willing the contrast striking the wrist and peeling the flesh…. kneading

two feet

  feet silken skin sliding two feet a meeting of soles a poetic union saucy smooth snakes two warm feet colliding writhing exalting  

Bear Feet

      In this world of gridlock and perilous edges, I move from infant towing ducks and l i n e s to here and still the steady growth of skin in which to fit soul and all. I wish to curl, fingers in fingers, but bear feet stretch and dig, fists are balled and hoping. Blood