Part I, "The BoardWalk" series

I tune into you

ever since I was a child (and now)

sitting in a most unlikely place,

seeing Energy take shape, 

assume new form where love had never lived
~~~ 

In you walk

My whole World shifts -

You stepped right into the Energy!

She beckoned you with Joy! your surprising eyes of Sea!

My angel came aLive

To teach me all that I might ever do, and more...

(myriad molds to form in a LifeTime;
Dare I ever dream to build those stores of yours?)

In you walk, my angel...

My whole World shifts...

~~~

You sing me to sleep on a Brooklyn beach

on the Boardwalk, where my monsters sleep, below;

they remain asleep; they flee; your love rocks me:

Your Gift of Peace

for my beloved Nina

foam mansions (excerpt from "The BoardWalk" series)

flowing full rush into Rivers,

whose mouths open wide to ports,

where they crash!

the doors eclipse!

now the Rivers eschew the creatures' shores,

back splash wack!

wild white waves

in force to find new form

draft new-Souled mansions

to be Born

post-Dawn ruins...

Painted Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes...

Painter:  Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes,
Your kiss moves, simmers Songs, deep caverned Blue

Your deep contralto aches me into Being

I feel your Force, to Prove the Lightening True

Your scarecrow smile, your spindled wasted body

An Iron vessel huge for Singing True

Worlds of pain and love rushed, surged your Being

I feel your force to prove the Lightening True.

Little sister, diasphoric baby

Humanities' fears flushed full in frightened you

Your deep contralto aches me into Being

Your eyes kissed mine inside the orange Moon

further excerpts from " Circles "

even if  I knew a way to show you the fluid Circle I see,
She whose concentricities form multiplicitous mysteries,
colored bubbles, hoola hoops' spin,
rainbows afloat in diamond spirals;
imperfectly round, exquisite, transparent, 
iridescent Cloud Mount mansions,
all swimming 'round in a huge pool of glow...

if I should know the secret to the Whole
No more Mystery to ponder...
perhaps my bubbles might evaporate -
Empty would be my rich round Life...