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Kiss (from the Time Capsule)

like
solitary Cinder uplift’d
by the song of Nature’s breath
fades the melody
fades her wings
to alight upon a needle of pine
to slumber
to emerge from her cocoon
a candle of hope
an armor’d torch
scourge of the Forest
drown’d into ashes
the starving Ground
to suckle new saplings
richer than before

so too
a simple peck from your lips to mine
shall inflame the bond of our flesh
till our spirits slip into th’ Innerworld
where all seasons are one
Night to his pillow of dreams
as squints Day and stretches her light
to awaken Love beyond measure

Stardust

have our spirits always been
as fancies my heart?

from time’s weaning

to Eden
to redwood saplings
to when Everest was but a plain with child
to when clouds cry’d into Atlantic canyons
to when a candle yawn’d and stretch’d
and marry’d Night with Day

Oh, yes
We were there

Restless Cerebrations

pollen from thought to thought
until “The” thought

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

In Another Life

be brush’d away
a blizzard of dust
smothering the walls
of Babylon’s forest

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

Fervor

condens’d our heats
so oestrual surfaces hardly themselves
       touch’d
     though touch’d hardly
and vaporized—
ourselves to smell
ourselves to taste
inhaling too those fragrances—
to cradlerock erotic turbulence
  aground ‘neath bottomless depths
where render penance frozen forms
       forgiven—
by summer’s eye grac’d their fleshly souls

       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

Lucky Me

to be me
Then…
again

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