Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Come Away with ME

Help me to take off
Into my pathless, pure delight,
By always holding in your heart
My hummingbird wing, a thin pretense of flight.

A freshness as of twilight brushes
Against you as you flutter me inside,
And each imprisoned wing-beat pushes
Back the horizon tenderly closer to you.

It's dizzying; shivers run through space
Like a tenderly planted kiss, which mad
At being born for one woman's face ,
Can not discharge, nor yet subside.

Your tender look where our eyes collide.
Kisses, blushing, laughter stifled,
Don't you feel heaven is a tad bit shy?
Linger there and hide in my embrace.

We started at dawn as we spread out our blanket,
We layed there under the bluest Autumn sky.
As evening had fallen upon us, we had not moved.
Lost in the in green and brown of each others eyes.

For love is not just a function of sight
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges--you need not despise
My soft, green eyes. It is only My Lord I desire

Inflamed for a woman who's out of fashion,
Lacking in glamor-plain, in fact-that fire
Is genuine; that's the authentic passion.
Beauty, though, any critic can admire.

You put away the cellphone,
Leave the computer behind.
I'll get high on you, enamored
No need for the intoxication of wine.

Come away alone with me ...
Letting the day get away...
Feeling unbridled passion...
Chosing to simply let your heart play...

Monday, September 28, 2009

Last Tears

The sting of loves tears
which didn't fall until she was gone
back to the place where they were buried
and even now whose freshness would grow stale
except for the moments as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...

I have stretched for as long as possible
her hair is a river whose source is too deep,
too wide, and too thick to mark
I have walked naked & barefoot down streets
full of potholes being tarred over,
but there is never enough
to cover the places I have to go to find the space
as familiar as the taste
of these last tears...

I acend from this stagnant plateau to a place
where forgotten experience waits
with memories of what was and what was to be
and call for respite from distractions below
soul searching to forego sure descent
to lose the place as familiar
as the taste of these last tears...