Monthly Archives: February 2016

FLEE IN TERROR

you are indeed beautiful.
I bet your soul is even that more
(more than beautiful)
As a poet I would express the visual
delight of having watched the sun dance
from high to dusk and then watching
bright biggest lights dipping below
the horizon — to witness this within
your eyes (reflections are decisions
we made!)

and exhausted I whisper:

enough. enough! do not slay me with beauty tonight!

Allow my mind to proclaim sunrise in the morrow.

I suggest: teach lovers a new terror
whereby many good hearts flee toward
their lovers.

:: 02.23.2016 ::


IN ONE BED

i felt you change floatfloataway
hola i see your fingers
gripping the flower and eating
the bee
so i look away
&a pair of hungry lips licking
love and despair
spectators look away
And i watch you too never look
away i’m so alive watching you change
i pull off your weeks and years
from fall
ing)fall
ing through time
the space is stillness(seized

among those lovely faces wishing
love by night or day

and nothing) becomes bigger than
a hungry craving for true love.

white with madness winds i kiss you
with writhing alive skies too —
and i felt you change float-floating
away hello i see your fingers gripping me

a while<and what shall carve
time so we are One? So we’ll before
say what is death come> in one bed.

:: 02.14.2016 ::


SHE MOJO YA KNOW

when MY EYES hurt
when my heart
f
a
l
l
s
\there is NO SUN-
RISE when your
heart has gone
— like when
evening shadows
bring all invisible
thoughts to my
doorstep/
so waking up is
all but four sweeps
from the head of a
worn broom?
THE MAGIC like
moonlight wanes
then dies and so
now you realize
there is no sunrise
while your lover
holds your joy

:: 02.12.2016 ::