Love Seat
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Tempest
spells of infernal debate
as half-bred sheep bleating
temper’d scorch
joust furiously for Celestial Harem
all unsted suitors rout’d
into rabid stampede
hear th’ unholy choir from the Post?
souls of afterdeath scourg’d
unmercifully
their waxes perspiring to infinite
swarms of disharmony
even towards the self?
Runway
Flock Watcher
not of my feather
daydream on an open perch
and you will be mine
Puerto Nuevo
Flower with Parasol
stroller in bloom
with her garden folk
soaking up
the freshness
the beauty
‘neath th’ eyes
of a fair day
flaunting
her showy threads
her modern freedom
she’s at home
and looking good
Basil Lovers
Forecast?
a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea
‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
Time
for Itself…
slower than Silence
never born
never dying
hatching
virgin Emptiness
to fire and rock
to breast-feeding seas
to roots and lungs
till all becomes ash
fertilizing
hatching
fortuitous Newness
but
for Us…
faster than Light
Day
a rib
from a cage of Night
borrow’d
cast
into the breath of Stars
a Sun to birth
and bridge th’ Eternal Clock
‘twixt Dusk and Dawn
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
Cervine Break
relaxing breather
no cares about a spyglass
panning for a mark
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
Reverie
into the wind
be sown
thoughts
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
Our Blessings Counted
like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy
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
