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SEVENTH WAVE

MY LOVE mere words
are empty shells
shrewn across sand
such castings color
sounds of ocean within
Doubt not these words
though empty shells

My life-light fills
each  constellation
Shed such tender skin
oh fear betrays such life!
what you see – what not
but life of yours greater!
Silently sing whales

Sing to me breeze so-easy
lullaby breath tear so tender
blue speaks ivory tenor
caps of white dance-sizzle
seventh wave passion-swells
Beneath waves and flotsam
jetsome golden crystal

::12/30/2013::


LOVE LETTER (vi)

IT WAS here beneath the willow upon this heart-kiss perfect day
that I caught the string upon which beats your tender heart.
My love what would such a song be if that sparrow could feel
that which burns for you within me?  And those daisies that spread
yellow splashes of brilliant sun-skin upon God’s slice of paradise
— what paint-passion colors would the brush of Cupid stroke?
And the air my dearest beloved!  What if the very air we breath
— could taste the fruit-love that grows upon thy vine of delectable passion!
Surely it would fragrant the likeness of cherry blossom no doubt!
My love — the night!  Imagine the darkness changing it’s ancient wardrobe
upon seeing the crystal-light heart that burns brilliant within your warm bosom.

Dear Sweet Love, I clearly confess such things are at times emotionally and
devastatingly pleasurable to think whilst alone this night!

::12/21/2013::


IMMORTAL BELOVED

MY dearest love the night comes
and dreams beg for my entrance
into their sleep-web this night.
But before I go there are a few
words my heart demands of my soul.
That I wish my tongue would shape
from molten steel a word or two
— an anvil to slice through such
dimness that fails its path between
spirit and lips.
So tonight I can only utter simple
–crippled–words:
that I love you so…
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SWEET WONDER-THOUGHT

SWEET wonder-thought
I visit you often
within my safe-case
Away from the noise
of frentic soul-sought
My comforter be still
Allow me this moment
so late this evening
I feel be-ought thus
we oneness are
Nothing more needed
only you this one-night
Hush…no thought…
Undulating bliss…
No-thing for naught!
            :::::


FIELDS OF STARS

MY love walk in love
beneath the fields
of burning stars
So expansive
passion-power
In fiery light
it shines the way
toward my giving heart
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UNE LARME [A TEAR]

UNE LARME – douce libération
froide ou chaude
coupe la corde
de l’amour ou la vie

[A TEAR — sweet release
cold or hot
cuts the chord
of love or life]

Telle est la vie
aimer davantage – que la vie
et chérir toute vie

[Such is life
love more — than life
and cherish all life]

Un tel amour que la nôtre
coupe la corde
de la vie éternelle

[Such love as ours
cuts the chord
of life eternally]

La larme si doucement
puits sous le coeur
libérer nos âmes dans la vie

[The tear so softly
sinks beneath the heart
release our souls in life]

Apaiser la déchirure – peur
dément la vérité
l’amour est plus fort que tous

[Soothe the tear — fear
belies the truth
love be stronger than them all]
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TOUCH-SOFT DROPS

TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
            ::-::


DRUNKEN PASSION (FLY WITH ME)

THE reason for living one’s life
in basked light and giving hands —
you breathe within me a calming need
to bathe at length within your love

The smell, a drunken passion in you —
sweet bumblebee (that’s me)
to pollinate my fields so far and wide
with your golden liqueur of nectar spirit

The tickle of my probing need so gently
upon your burst-colored skin —
just a taste is all I need!
Nature turn these petals into wings…

…and come fly with me!

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ITS TAKING OVER

IN the sweet moment
each and every day
you can smell love
and innocence in me
at the market
in the cubicle
but I refrain
imaginary love —
so many lovers
I refrain from
impulse today

I walk away
in heels too high
to keep the waters
at bay —
and I say

Still lonely
steel rains
its taking over
steel rain
So it starts
every day
each moment
between us

so many names
each one a lover
who says slowly
I’m your
Steel rain
steel rain
its taking over
its taking over —
me —
 –//–


SOMETIMES I DREAM

sometimes i dream of a love because i am
existing for that wispy fragrant moment
release me pain — from your withered hands
fall i shall upon the petals of my rose
with her i shall attain summer in winter
spring in fall and skinkisses at night
bring me sweethardness softbitter moments
gossermar thoughts bobbing floating passion
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