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A collection of short poems exploring the various facets of love's agony and ecstasy |
| for The Beloved ___ We love dreaming hallucinations of ivory towers out of fear of tumbling truly asleep into visions of doghouses and nightmares of Tinseltown-Princesses falling in love with the dog in the backyard… * * * Alexander… they called him Great, loved a beautiful soldier and a beautiful horse, kissed one and the riddle is: Did he kiss both? which one first and with the most ardor?… ___ … pulsing… … our blood thick with us together oceans of each other in the salted mist, rapt, I hear your thunder and hiss am at sea in your siren call beckoning my shores cleansed of all else… … our anchor rocked in the umbilical rhythm washing over us ceasingly pulsing… * * * … my vision of you blinded me when you came to live in the irises of my eyes… … the ultimate, marriage of illumination and lustrous darkness… … perfection of vision – blind, yet still seeing… irises… * * * … there is a dark realm of every kiss as the kiss of death… * * * … I am dying even while I am living the death you handed me – music searching blindly for us in forsaken alleys, fractured, empty bottles of wine reflecting the winking of stars we hold in our hands… * * * … you send me artificial roses… … their spears mock my fingers, your ears hear my words, my voice, … are your guts listening to the inflection of mine trying to breathe life into the petals – and thorns?… * * * … I am spirit-Casanova a consecrated harlot of soul, boundless, my loves… … oceans envy my reach… * * * … ask and I’ll disrobe for the storm of your eyes, barren but for your glance, not sleeping, reveling in velvet storms of drunkenness to our core … … then again, you don’t have to ask… … I have been assailed beyond the illusion of my robe… * * * … in my drunkenness I don’t see double, I see the blurring of our shadows etched from above the clouds… … stumble… … fall with me… the floor is a place for us to lie inundated in stupor our stink rising from the floor as one… * * * … reach deeply into the quiver, your hand won’t get lost except in my flame… … come… … the arrows will follow… * * * … respiration… perspiring through the smudged windowpane that is us, indistinguishable from lost expulsions of the hidden sun, sacredotal robe, we hide in our nakedness unashamed to sweat raging pheromones of naked desire to live in, breathe one another until stricken by arrows of the moon and laid side by side… … who cares about the silly sun?… * * * … our love needs no tailoring, unclothed we wallow and play in the biting November rain tattering the warp and woof of our mother sea – - liquid muslin – too much clothing let us get more naked than naked, more than the earth the sky, all the tailoring we need in the ocean wind… … do you feel its sting shredding the veil of even the rain?… * * * … I felt my heart thundering in the grip of your velvet-steel gloves lightning rods thrust inward to a bone-searing… … and still I am stunned, please let me sleep until the dawn of more thunder… * * * … I can’t mirror you, only hope to hold you in a reflection of myself, dagger of heaven through our pores screaming in a fever for a transcendent wound – alchemy… … madness… * * * … a chemical, my love enlivening the roots of you in the ash heap of all this… … and I encompassed by the reek, infusing myself with your incense incinerating all that is, with me firmly lashed to the acrid-smoking pyre… … our essence rising above the stench… * * * … when you leave there is no death no silence but soundless cries of chaos – living, nothing when you retrurn but heat raging between here and beyond, furnace-anthem struggling toward fusion … … my longing for a molten center … * * * … snarling beneath the despairing numbness shuddering trap of my teeth caressing your veins trying to strain you back into my recesses.. … hissing silence, blood-cadence, smoke and seething ice beneath the emptiness… … only a trash can to catch and love the debris… * * * … moon-stripped void of mine staring into the pre-time howling of wolves and sand through your hair spinning requiem - ours – in a cauldron of void, moon-watched, staring… unashamed… * * * … I beg your indulgence in rough, uneven rhythms, for my best refuge is me – with the door open to you, Come, jitterbug in gratitude, in that a stuttering heart is a heart alive… … stutter with me… * * * … how brutal!… I said ‘I love you’ and deepened was the pool of our blood-touched union opening to the most beautiful of poisonous flowers; we drank deeply, drugged we slept wide-eyed in each others arms… * * * … deeply where unscroll the petals burn the jarring-jagged points, the flourishes of our labyrinth beyond unraveling… … unsolvable riddle, primal, priceless, profanely scorching… * * * … trembling echoes – smoldering - our lava boils upward to singe away the scars… … ashes of newness… … the wind has never been more lost… … demons of joy are on the loose… * * * … love is blasphemy inherent, scripture… * * * … the distance between us – scorned by the glance of your eyes possessed by our nights flittering before the mocking dawn of your eyelashes… … sunrise disheviling darkness has never been more replete, as close as our clutching fingernails eyelash to eyelash, skin-of-skin… * * * … a bright shadow casts our darkness - never more luminous… * * * … suspended, I languish in the wantonness of your shadow, breathless, watching you kick it around… … lost… found … lost… … I don’t live on the edge, we are the edge, you and I… … the exit is the way in… * * * … give me your cheek and I’ll slap your blood to your roots, stunning them, shouting them awake, the dance thereof will never die and resurrection never sleep except to dream… … us… * * * … you came down from Mt. Olympus and my head suddenly spun with your olive scent, craning my neck to look up at your tangled hair searching to fathom our connection crowning the summit holding our olive branch torn from your sacred grove… … anointed snare of our depths, dirt-scented vine of Olympus… * * * … shards of laughter strew some alleys, shattered grace of bridges, haunted sacrifice of cathedrals, hovels, our temple… … strewn… stinging grace of laughter aching to remove the shards… * * * … no wound is deeper than that laid open by your eyes and I bathe in the salt sweat to immersion, never crying out for a ceasing of the flood riding mercilessly toward our immolation… * * * … I once was prenatally afraid of your eyes, now luxuriating in the exquisite excruciation of terror renewing the womb of my being… … I can only beg for bliss of the nightmare evermore… * * * … the raven spoke: ”Nevermore!” and I wandered into the raven-soul of night casting about for wings… … my face was smitten by the feathers of yours soaring through the musky dark, and it rained! ”nevermore!” … our wings are locked together… * * * … numb satin intoxication arising to awakening epiphany of anguish, expectant grind of waiting, ecstasy of desperation to fall unleashed for flight… … let me see into your eyes and I shall lose my grip, … linger for my plunge… * * * … before you pull the trigger ask yourself if there is any love at the point of a gun… … or anything but… ___ … staggering, I fell on my face in The Ineffable One hidden rawly in the smell of your feet lifting me back to mine, staggering, still, but wrapped in the musky perfume of Ineffable Oneness… … forever – lost – ecstatic… |
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