Just August

There's nothing "just" about August

--not in Southern AZ.

Monsoon busts--no more dust.

Desert turns into a sea of green.

Happy hour's afternoon showers.

Bare ocotillo grow waxy leaves.

Canyon walls sprout water falls

Arroyos flow like mountain springs

There's nothing "just"about August

--not in Southern AZ.

Strong Wild Words

My words in sonnets, haiku, or "fences"

Only for you my endearing true love

Worry about voice, rhymes, and tenses

Only for you my prettiest pet dove

Carefully I slip each word on a string

Meaningfully picked and perfectly placed

To split your heart open and hear you sing

Sweet, sultry nothings from bosom unlaced

Light in your eyes dispels all my darkness

From your lips honey slips, drips, and oozes

Coats my sorrow and swallows my starkest

Hardest lumps, and my ugliest bruises

I'll write you a sonnet, a song, or haiku

Strong, wild words, I tame only for you

Spill

There's not enough time for my gut to spill

Yet, through the thick towering dam it flows

Blazing blue eyes pierce my soul reaching still

For deeper feeling than she feels she knows

Keep it from her, I can't, yet, I don't rush

She's a fountain flowing all over me

Dark depths of desire that she needs to gush

I lean into her as long as needs be

Until the universe busts wide open 

And pours out its loving, sweet, pounding rain

A gift from above you always have been 

All that 's within me, you long to drain

Words flooding out of my mind sing to you

From this heart you've loved and know to be true