I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later.

The Moon Dance

The moon, tho’ not full
Cut the night left and right
Like a surgeon’s sharp tool
Blackest black and dreamy white

I stood in the dark
Stuck my arm in the glow
And felt your yearning hark
Your lips on my arm I did know

Taking half a chance
Standing part in, part out
I offered you a dance
“Yes!”, your reply nearly a shout

My steps split the night
I was afraid to commit
As you played in the moonlight
Not crossing the ethereal split

Then a sudden twirl
Found me full in
Phoebes ghostly dream swirl
You looked at me with a loving grin

We pitched and spun
Made love in her beams
We danced again before we were done
Nothing like it in any dreams

Then she fell low
And sadness took your face
You kissed me, said you had to go
Too fast you went, I couldn’t chase

Tonight, clouds rule the sky
My heart- heavy with rain
A single tear rolls from my eye
As I look to dance with you again

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The Burn. After The Burn was published, a dear friend asked for an answer to it— of sorts. So I scratched my noodle, wadded up a ton of paper, drained 47 ink pens, and came up with not only an answer, but a poem that that uses the same gimmick as The Burn.

Helen, Sweetheart, I hope this satisfies you..

Thawed

Shall I speak of the way you ere freeze me
The manner in which your blaze chills my spine
Ice in my veins, not because I fear thee
To the point, you melt my frost and you’re mine

Brisk is your breath against my needing soul
Like a Siberian breeze on a tropic day
Your love cools my scars and renders me whole
No frigid spots, when your love smiles my way

Your touch, like a thin atomic strand burning
Sears across my tundra, filling my need
Your thick glacial honey, sets me yearning
Thawing gelid juice, lighting up my seed

Lust isn’t what wakes me from wintry sleep
Thawing me is your love so very deep

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be…

The Keep of Dreams

On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast
Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam
Above the plain, where bramble is the host
Sat the ruins of a long gone king’s home

Under a faded blue and cloudless sky
In the smile of a brightly smudged noonday sun
Frolicked my lover the artist, and I
She painted fiercely; I penned verse ’til day’s done

Then under sparkling stars and gentle moon
In lilacs and sand making love so sweet
My lover the artist, and I, did swoon
Under night sky, we both were then complete

My sweet love, gorgeous, barefoot, child in womb
At the Keep of Dreams, ‘neath the Scottish moon

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

Beauty Loves The Beast~ Judith Shaw

As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul.

This poem is the result…

The Rage

Rain driving through concrete
Wood, trees, and asphalt
Thor’s mighty hammer rattling
All life shivers to a halt
Lightning cracking fragile air
Splitting angry skies
All the while, the beast paces
Fire growing in his eyes
The storm screams and rages
He begins a searing howl
Tearing at my widespread ribs
Your name is his growl
You have opened his cage
Sniffiing through ozone
Looking past wind bent trees
Snarling ’cause you’re the one
Some would say lightning struck
Is a very bad way
But I say let the primal beast live
Let him have his day
Through his storms and boiling rage
His being makes me alive
He belongs to only you
From him, you can’t hide
His eyes aglow with lightning fire
There’s thunder in his chest
Your name bellows like pounding rain
He comes for you from the west.
Take and soothe the mighty being
Purr to him, make him melt
While he claims you again and again
Only you know the ache he’s dealt
Rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Primal screams and love making chills
The beast must be allowed to rage
And soothe your rain, make it still
I am he, and his storm is yours

Prints of Judith Shaw’s Beauty Loves The Beast is available for purchase here.

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

All should be quiet
All should be calm
But from my porch
I can hear the noise, a clamoring riot

An occasional car
Passing through town
Not all that close
Empty morn air brings it from far

Frogs sing the song
Calling for new mates
Unbroken melodies
Going on for God knows how long

A dog two blocks over
Barking and giving alarm
Probably a meandering cat
Tormenting and teasing poor Rover

Truckloads of Iced Tea
Pulling from docks
Headed to the masses
Via the long ribbons of asphalt seas

My thundering heart
Fills my tired ears
Pounding your name
Reaching to close gaps keeping us apart

All should be quiet
All should be calm
But from my porch
Nothing louder than pain from love’s jagged bite

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

Yes- I am howling for you…

Burnt Bread

Poetry written in spilled flour
Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced
Wolfish eyes blazing for hours
Last letters blown silent so words would race
Verses blurred into whispered growls
Nails on skin as two hearts howl
Primal reduction where there’re no lies
At the core howling carnal cries
Heat, need, want, baking two souls
Kneading, rising, honey and seed
Fires of passion like nuclear coals
For anyone else, there’s no other need
Gasping, groaning, moaning, and drool
There’s no safe place to cool
Flesh and bone, baking so damn hot
How is it together we are not
The timer counts its way down
The result is sure to come
When our souls become dynamically one
And our sighs will be heard world ’round
But now we have burned the bread
As if we really care….

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

This wonderful poem was inked by a beautiful soul, Helen (@Colour_Being on Twitter) and inspired by Time Away.

Enjoy!

Distance

Can’t reach,
I’m sorrowed for every inch
Of distance -
Turns words into whispers,
Parts grace
In’ Leather and Lace.
We dance
With longing in every glance.
Apart.
..How can you stitch a heart?

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

Breathing
Easier when I kiss you
Harder when I miss you
Impossible without you
Unleashed within you
Under your wings
My breath sings
Away from you
My face is blue
Breathing

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

An answer to this poem of yearning was given by Helen (Colour_Being) and what a wonderful answer it is!

TIme Away

Every breath is heavy
Each heart beat thunders
I ache due to love’s levy
Wonder if I’ll be torn asunder

Hours seem like long years
Life blurs before my very eyes
Your voice, an echo in my ears
Your touch, tears on my cheek when I cry

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.

This is for you, and you know exactly who you are…

When I

When I look east
When I stare at that sky
When I set my heart
When I catch you in my eye

I feel you not the least
I feel you looking back at me
I feel your heart’s yearn
I feel your tears for what will be

Gorgeous green fire
Gentle touch of love
Smiles meant for only me
A fit as snug as a glove

Our hearts are not liars
We know truth and peace
Even when we fight the love
It grows deeper with ease

The world will know our beast
And see our dreams turn real
Together we will soar
While we teach and heal

When I look east
When I stare at that sky
When I set my heart
When I catch you in my eye

© 2012, Alex Crabtree. All rights reserved.