With gaping neglect and
plastic mirth, he stays
where the light dies quickly
My words dart across the fence where
the shadow is just beginning
The moon is no mirror and my sight fails him
Comfort has little part in this creature
a fearful miser, recoiling at himself and
bathing in his own aged wine
He who burrows in prosperity's soil
he could chase the wind to see the sun
He was born to revel in the lake
Instead, in the wake of eclipse, he
fashions his cradle in a coward's shell,
a capsule of ringing isolation
I kneel with a startling crash and
my blood rings my heart's bell as
I offer to you the ivory key
Here, take, my breath, my rough palm
the offspring of my womb
and of my weathered soul
27 February 2010
The Wheel
In our fervor my fire
makes your water boil
our bodies rise like steam
born of restless turmoil
We ascend to the loftiest
subconscious plane,
clasp hands, and mingle
tumbling as rain
There is glory in free-fall
and everyone sees
how the light bores through us
as we sail through the trees
And I yearn to reside
in that raindrop sublime
a transparent orb
with nothing but time
To romp and embrace
and ingest and create.
A moment unending,
until we learn too late
That gravity triumphs,
in spite of our passion
leaves us wanting for breath
cold, blind and ashen
On the damp, leafy floor
of a notional realm.
You condensate quickly
and my light overwhelms
Streaming, though broken
by canopy's shade.
We'll be rising by noontide,
love, there's no other way
My heat will wane slowly,
my thirst never fed
until I take your love
like a line to the head
28 January 2010
makes your water boil
our bodies rise like steam
born of restless turmoil
We ascend to the loftiest
subconscious plane,
clasp hands, and mingle
tumbling as rain
There is glory in free-fall
and everyone sees
how the light bores through us
as we sail through the trees
And I yearn to reside
in that raindrop sublime
a transparent orb
with nothing but time
To romp and embrace
and ingest and create.
A moment unending,
until we learn too late
That gravity triumphs,
in spite of our passion
leaves us wanting for breath
cold, blind and ashen
On the damp, leafy floor
of a notional realm.
You condensate quickly
and my light overwhelms
Streaming, though broken
by canopy's shade.
We'll be rising by noontide,
love, there's no other way
My heat will wane slowly,
my thirst never fed
until I take your love
like a line to the head
28 January 2010
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