Fractional Fevers

Moist, delicate fevers
Kiss the brow and cheek
Like lovers
Quickly undressing lovers
On torrid afternoons
In illimitable midsummer

Tracing hot fingers
Down flushed breasts
Laying quick, eager kisses
All over soft, ardent flesh 

Perfumed sweat
Spilling like dew
Down the spine 
Of a rose

In attar streams

Cut in half 
By febrile thorns,
Cut in half 
By a sudden storm
That cuts in half 
The jagged thrust 
Of groins
That cut in half 
The sultry air
That cuts in half
The fiery light

Pouring through the windows
Of blue boudoirs
Drowning in an aphrodisia of shadows,
Sundering their coolness
With hot, rampant breaths, 

Breaking them
Beneath the weight of entwined bodies,

A fire flash of torrid heat-
A rake of nails

Down the back

Like a cat's tail

And the ne plus ultra 

That cuts in half

Life 

In frenzy and spasm.

Fevers unrelenting, searching for a vent
Heat channeled in all these spoonfuls of sweat
Spilling on torrid afternoons of midsummer
Unending, peaking in climax...

Six times crimson, twelve times vermillion
Twenty four times the day and night
All multiplied by desire
All fractionalized by fever

A fever engulfing all that breathes
All that seeks relief, all that desires to sweat 

All that desires to couple

All that desires to breed. 

Ah, conscupiencia! Oh, veneria! Concupidissimus! Superbia!

Flash Flood Of The Infinite

Within the sudden deluge 

Of the infinite
A flood  of uprooted stars
Cresting against the receding  banks 
Of mind

Torrents of the empyrean
Carrying me like a leaf 
To the sea
Down endless waterfalls
To a floor submarine

Carrying me down, down, down

Near the bottom of the sea,
Down to the bottom of me

Drowning in space...almost breathless...
Arising there into the air 
Again to breathe and see once more 
That rivers
Are only rivers

The Whiteness of Night

Winter sunset

And the summit of time

Burned on

The pinnacles of mountaintops,

The pinnacle of sky

My soul

Crowned

In the whiteness of night

Blazed alpine inclines

A thousand transcendental palisades

Atop the visible Nevadas,

My mind knowing only up

The thrusting edge

Of an avalanche of ascent

Overturning the horizon

In a blizzard of stars,

My vision clouded in platinum drifts

Burying the trails of earth in a whiteout, staggering

Back to where I had stood

When only moments before

Mountains had been just mountains.