Love was a carpet of scenes rolling out and away past a long plane-flight, a tapestry of memories, held desperately against the certainty of unraveling distance, pulled past and too fast across both his inner vision and physical sight. Love was a month in the embrace of his native country, perfumed with suddenly-familiar smells […]
Monthly Archive for August, 2004
Me and Mine…
i left my
heart
behind
unplanned
in the palm of one
uncaring
day
i’d forgotten
i’d vowed i’d
never
cry
again
now in the
throes
of this
unsleeping
night
i
chase one
tear
back
until another
takes its
place
I’m supposed to
know
where my right hand is
but my
heart doesn’t
seem to know
what language
reality needs to
be
spoken
through
Where are you
by the way
why am I
not where you are
hiding
I’m supposed to
see where
i want to go
but there’s nowhere
out there
where your
smile
occupies
the space that I
am
Where am I
if I’m not
where you are
free
I wake
to the throes
of morning aching
to find
your familiar
quietitude
in the middle of all
clutter. There is
no one,
nothing else,
I would rather live for
than the grace of
your particular
motionlessness.
With you I can
drift past
savage noontime, cooled
by the joy you pack
into a lunch-box warmed
by the smile you
paint on my
parched,
schizophrenic
lips,
at every
leaving.
By you I sleep,
I wake,
in warmth spooned out
with quiet loving;
every restive kaleidoscope
of […]
Conquistador
Posted in Verse on Aug 28th, 2004
He shows
me
love,
this inarticulation
snuggled in my
arms; teaching like love
should never be
taught, in ways
that are forgiven
before they
unfold.
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