fingers stroke where speech breathes
to where smells migrate
and yawns and stirs the lover
with infant’s eyes on a date with night
draw passion into syringe
stab into mind
and hew the tourniquet
thy bosom
the sun
flash flood
then drought in soporific beam
from out of the fading fog
a face
a gaze
entrancing
familiar
intimate
all with my soul
all… in the Now
how I pretend hard
to want to believe
her peer was for me
She… even back Then
whins of sapphire tittering
on a clear night
tendrils of turquoise in song
to a warm heart
the ruby of a rainbow the star
of a summer’s rain
it is You
hear, our future’s ear!
of today
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
again by your offspring
reecho…
and again…
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end
how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish
to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth
rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter
to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership
but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—
I’ll keep Today’s harvest
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
comforting our steps
thru many lifetimes
to give birth
to this moment
a happiness beyond belief
but I
have always known
that Angel
to be You
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
