Revenge

The sun piqued at the moon 
Takes its revenge on the evening 
Sky. Vengeful, it turns the clouds
A vivid red. What would be blue
Is hanging in the halo of its anger

Feeling

Sex made me feel hopeful 
And not just about us but
About the future. About all
Things sinuous, sensual, or
Sensate. About my senses
Hopeful about the sensitive
In everyone. The world was
Open and full of feelings. It
Was good. Good to be. Alive.

Lunatic

That crazy moon
Winking down 
At you at me
Looking to make
Fools out of whole
Cloth of you of me
It's easy to do 
When you have 
That kind of sway
The power of moon
Dust and magic
I see you shaking
Your head me too
But we know it's true
That crazy moon
Can make us crazy too

By way of apology for my [current] impatience, I dedicate this poem to Burt. (In truth, many of the poems here are dedicated to the guy I love.)
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Apples II

Like the snake in the garden
I want to shed my skin
Make temptation 
My whim

Eden II

What do I know
That you want to know
Take a bite

Apples & Eden

Like the serpent in Eden 
I want to shed my skin
Like that snake, I can own
Temptation as a whim or
As an occupation, a skill

Sunday. Anticipating an eclipse

Magic in the skies. This is 
How it feels to be primitive 
Man overawed by an event
We can't explain even when
Science parses phenomena
There is mystery in the sun
It feels brighter, brilliant and 
Wonderous, it sits awaiting 
Its meeting with the moon
It sparkles a rainbow into
My glass, the light dancing
Dancing lightly yet it feels
So very still, quiet. Waiting

Everyday

Every day, not ordinary, not
Everyday. Make more of what
You've got. Days are a gift to
Treasure and enjoy. It's always
A new day that dawns, even
When it feels like you've been
There before. Every day, not
Ordinary, it's extraordinary.

Saturday. Impending eclipse

This is a sky full of expectations 
This sky is brewing an epic event
Everyone says so, and I want to 
Join in and be the enjoyer, happy
To watch for a darkening sky, a
Portent. An eclipse could bring all
Sorts of myths and tales of odd
Predictions and presentiments.
In sooth, the bleak will not foretell
Future events of a world plunged
Into obscurity. It will happen, but
Not again for a long, many years

Life lessons

Surely we all yearn,
Even if slow to learn
For quiet times and
Peaceful days, sand
And sun to enjoy our
Lifetime plan the hour
Guarantees us rest,
Retreat, all the best.
Work behind us, done
For now, forever gone.

Identify

Who am I? I am not
Complaining, mind
You; just curious.
It's easy to wonder
When the world is
Spinning so fast, I
Can't catch up or
Catch my breath. I
Knew yesterday. I
Did; then one more
Revolution took me
(And it) to another 
Place, a new level.