Two poems

Over this past Valentine's Week, Ms Tina and I spun a series of poems back and forth through the cybermailwaves, exquisite mannequins, shall we say, since the preceding lines were always visible. We've been collaborating on what we call patina poems since our earliest daze: poetry is, clearly, an incendiary bidness. Here are two of the five.

[Sidereal Karaoke]

Slide within sinews of anticipation,
Slender, silent longing that
Stains and staggers
The wishing wells of
Dreamy wisdom, karaoke
Cashew bars
That steal
Tunes of night
And trident projections,
Yielding only to
Consequential value of
The upper berth,
Sidereal pleasures,
Oceanic bliss, waves
Resplendent,
Voluminous plenty
Riming through the daze
Of amphibious innocenti.


[Equinox Squander]

Elegantly wrapped, your vernal
Equinox savors down the way
Past the silence of moist taunts,
Carved in the knowledge you exhale
Carnal wisdom, fireflash, root cause
Past the dweller's threshold:
Supple is the moment,
The source of your breath,
Your incandescence,
Consuming me in sacred fire,
Relegating doubt to doubt's
Reliquary, witness
To whither the heart's wander,
Opalescent squander down
All the long blue Niles,
Resting in the dark comfort
Of your virile earth
Your kestrel paths
Your halcyon mirth.

[Props for the photo: www.flickr.com/photos/swimvixen2/212213999/]