The stream (all workshops)
You so compliment me
As if I were a star,
A celebrity,
A sun,
A moon
And
From this unearthly earth
You would lift me soon,
Into the weeping valleys
Of shadowed eternity,
To where we all return,
Ere human maternity,
To strive in all malefactions custody
And
To seek final solace
After all the mercilessness of humanity,
So must I too return?
From here to the far folds of eternity…
But sad tis,
We all have to parade
The sojourn alone.
I dreamed of
poems
and you
whispering
secrets of the night
eons
of stars stretched over
us like blankets
of ebon light
jealous of lovers
and lovers of poets
we ruled heaven
like gods awakening
into skin,
eyes of rain
filling
i tasted your salt
i tasted your blood,
i fastened myself to your roots
like a ball of earth,
triumphant with the spirit of the lily
and the rose
to rivers of stones
I give birth.
looking up from her work
at me
to see
all
she can see
through me
from my eyes
how I scan
this scene surreal
as I stare back
from hers
at a self portrait
It happened once, during the darkest night
where even I could barely see,
staying that way until morning's light
when the shadows fade, setting us free.
And,the shadow players were also running free
on this particularly dark night,
taking advantage of us, as we could not see,
that these shadows were eating up all the light!
When daybreak returned with our sun's bright light
what my own eyes did finally see,
was that these darker shadows born from the night
were out and about, and a running free!
Wrap me
in wings of springs
butterfly.
cradle me in
loves simulations
Fly me
across meadows
of scented flowers
pollinating gathering
my hearts motivations
Feed me
with endless passion
preparing
the silk cocoon
of my
Transformation
Carry me
on winds of migration
across the
fields
of life's sensations
Re-born am I
with wings
to celebrate
the spring of my
loves exhilarations
Your vapor brushes edges
my prism scatters time
presumptuous are circles
'round this sultry
sleight of hand.
Your song
a silent symphony
too raw to mend my tears
as it wedges through my essence;
floats half hung with muffled jeers.
Aphrodisiac of
redolence
mid ache of pointed pleasure
your release -
implicit servitude;
a wealth of weight and measure.
On the edge,
a new adventure -
adrenaline courses my veins
She spent her youth in dazzling displays
Many a suitor to her court turned off
Found fault with those who dared
Some with bad body odour, she said
With smelling armpits and mouths
Now, she is a husband snatcher
Her excuses, many and spurious
They couldn’t afford her outlay
Thought herself high and pricey
Lest poverty follow her to matrimony
With hungry looking big-headed brood
So she looked out for a man of means
trace your slender strong finger
down my palm
slipping words and musing
the wrist exposed
cradled in your work
your eyes glancing up
and the maple trees
hissing in the currents
flowing
if life were fair
and if it were so
easy
all the lines
and extensions
reaching
the attonements
of movement
grace and meaning
etched in their
emplacements
to be read
by talents
There you are in your new car
a convertible two seater
on the way to a nudie bar
an old bald headed cheater
At least, you would cheat if you could
but nobody takes the bait
did you really think they would
resign themselves to such a fate?
And now an errant puff of breeze
reveals a Donald Trump comb-over
a result which is bound to please
any girl who looks you over
I know how love has
etched itself into creases of a single night
when we wrote poetry with trembles
and sighs
and sang together in harmony
of heaving hips
above us
the moon spun
stars crumbled
and color was born
as awakening pressed yellow
against thin skin of my eyes
I found myself alone
again
only the shape of you lingered
sculpted in empty wrinkles
between silk sheets
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