It is not in the beauty of your mind I fell,
although it is surely most beautiful,
nor eyes deeper than richest amber,
but far more exquisite,
not a mouth, loving and sensual,
of scorching delight, sweet and soft,
not even our skins joining with perfect match.
There is not a fraction of your body flawed.
Your touch leaves me speechless,
goes beyond my every dream,
and I lay your heart wide open.
It is not, however, in your perfection I fell.
No, you are in my soul,
absolute destiny.
I am in your soul, forever,
never an ending,
precious lover, best friend, my eternal partner.

“Come on, Jack. Ain’t heard no music since ya turned that thing on.”  The little white transistor radio perched in a crook of a tree, Jack perched on top of a short stack of firewood trying to tune it.  The thing only picked up one fizzy sounding station, but Jack was in a mood to sing along.  Tonight it didn’t matter if his belted words matched scratchy ones or not. Hell a few more shares of the bottle it wouldn’t matter if it was a real song, or sang naked.  Jack knew who he could make music with.

“Friend, it’s either this noise maker or me, one way or the other I’m having music.”

Ennis put on his mildly aggravated and crouched by the fire. “Humph, so figure you’re a making some noise no matter which way that radio goes.”

Jack chuckled and seemed the static laughed with him before teasing them with a tail end of Waylon, then more static.

Determined, Jack went back to adjusting the stubborn radio, concentrating on it while humming Whiskey River.  Even got Ennis to duet a couple lines.

Watching Jack with that tongue of his stuck out like a puppy figuring a new toy, Ennis licked his own lips and smiled up at this man as if he was the best singer, most intelligent, handsome, sweetest… wonderful creature ever put on this planet, or anyplace else.  Jack caught the look and Ennis turned away, poked at the flames and grunted, “Well, shit.  Leave that knob alone and come ‘ere.”

“Why?  You got sumpin better to fiddle with?”

Ennis was letting warm thoughts of Jack fiddling with something he considered far better than some smidge of a cracker box radio when they both jumped as the thing blurted out, ‘When we dance together my world’s in disguise.  It’s a fairyland tale dream come true.’

Jack froze a few heartbeats waltzing with Ennis’ eyes.  ‘And when you look at me with those stars in your eyes I could waltz across Texas with you.’

And Jack was moving, tripping over the boots of that brown eye cowboy.  ‘Waltz across Texas with you in my arms.  Waltz across Texas with you.  Like a story book ending…’

And Jack was reaching for the outstretched calloused hands of his cowboy.  Pulled him up and tight against his heart.  ‘I’m lost in your charms…’

And they rocked ever so slow, right hand in left.  Arms holding their angel, their warrior, their life.  ‘…and I could waltz across Texas with you.’

And chest to chest, thigh to thigh they swayed, brow against brow.  ‘My heartaches and troubles are just up and gone the moment that you come in view.’

And they swayed hand in hand, limbs of one lone tree.  ‘And with your hand in mine I could dance all night long.’

And Ennis nuzzled the soft skin under a hint of fresh whiskers.  Mouths came together, tongues came home.  ‘I could waltz across Texas with you.’

And their dance went on.  ‘Waltz across Texas with you in my arms.’

And the radio went silent, but their music played on and on.  ‘Waltz across Texas with you.’

And their dance was sweet.  ‘Like a storybook ending…’

SOME DAYS

Some days,
Miss you so much
Sometimes pain’s mighty powerful…
…feel mouths pressin
tongues sawin back n’forth, ‘cross, lovin, losing whose
is whose, one or two…
Swallow down flavor
Yours
Worn leather… spring grass… first snow meltin, ‘gainst hot lips…
You… scorchin burn a coffee, drop a whiskey stream,
rich fine dessert, hint a smokes,
life’s flavor
Earthshakin… dawn’s breakin,
Sweet tastin kiss…
Hurts bad… can’t fuckin breathe.
Miss you,
Damn big prairie.

Some days,
Miss you so much
Sometimes can’t stand recollectin…
… feel a your body.
Tall, lean, soft, hard,
You rippling ‘gainst my chin’s stubble and grinnin
stark still under  slow scratchy turn a my face.
Over  your belly,
Scant hair ticklin a nose,  your smell
Meadows in spring,
Winter fires,
angels’ sweat
Warm, breathless ‘neath my lips,
Soul takin, dream makin,
Sweet tastin… your skin
Miss you,
Months so frickin long.

Some days,
Miss you so much
Kinda, nearly, almost,  forget…
Your fingers.
Long, rough, tender
All time and space, breath, thought slips away,
Explodin, meltin, lightnin struck,
Your dark eyes burn me
On fire, hot
Cold shivers
Higher and higher
As one, we’re the sun
We’re all there is…
Knee quakin, breathtakin…
Sweet tastin…  your touch.
Miss you, Ennis.

jessi

I Must

I must return to the mountains,
Where I remember me.
Solitude’s cold glory,
where Earth breathes free,
stretches,
reaches her arms to heaven.
Here,
My soul’s journey began.

 I must go back to the mountains,
The place I left me.
Passion’s white flame,
Where Earth sleeps with clouds,
Cries.
snows tears into streams.
Here,
My soul’s journey’s end.