Dusty locks shoulder

that trail of intention leads into leaning into contact at the shoulder

at the hip, and intertwined breath leaving, entering along some parallel path

drips forming in the pockets of our bodies, turn inward on themselves

intensify and last all night, growing dreams on their shining surfaces

an orchid 2 years ago whose placement was unimaginable has burst through

time and space, its swollen stem opening my imaginative funnel

all wings curve to spiral flight, some elevations normally seperated collapse together

wax is melting, sun is hot, feathers are falling

ocean swells rise and touch my ankles

"The enlisted man stood with his head and shoulders protruding through the opening in the white canopy. His unruly red hair and freckled face gave the corporal a youthful look of an innocent schoolboy, but looks are often deceiving. Buck watched the corporal grow from a boy of seventeen into a battle-hardened veteran that, when the occasion called for it, was as tough as they come and had proved himself time and again. Some men were hard and tough, while others were dangerous; Chester Colson fell into the latter category. Like Buck, the corporal was from Texas." (from LONGHORN Book I "The Beginning" by Dusty Rhodes)