we should make love in the dark
you and I,
the first time when as strangers
we come
to this touching, but softly.
who says we are in hiding
in this darkness, surely not
from each other when I have held
you in my mind a thousand times
a day, … Read the rest
worship then
the ten thousand gods
that inhabit his senses
worship him
and then
each one in turn
in the turning
of his aspect
growing in
your recognition
of his birth
he worships you.
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I weep for you
and the joy
you will give
and the joy
you will … Read the rest
a flight of swans
pouring out
from a cauldron
of troubled sky,
their wings are fire
gold and gifted
from the savage sun,
clouds blossom
infinitely, torn from
a deeply hard
and roaring blue,
the wave
of white hesitates-
wings crack
and descend
as slowly
as settling ice.… Read the rest
at last a unicorn
that sings
a fierce and slaying
song
and bites
the hand that feeds
its birth
thus breaking
myths, feraly.
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the body
is an opening place
for wounds
to heal the timbres
of even your
swiftest dealing
of the street routines
that tear at the strings… Read the rest
one ring
to guard
the day
one ring
to guard
the night
one ring
to bind them
a rainbow
ring of love
and light.
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in this night
laying down
a bed spread
of candlelight
making
with our hands
a fashioning
of the beloved.… Read the rest
at this point
the image is running,
running
on into a circus
of fault finding
fault, and this becomes
the deadly practise
of catching
the brilliant worm of love
travelling poor
in colour and sight,
released from the earth
of single effort
sliced to unite itself
but found to be… Read the rest
in contemplation
of my cowardice
I shaft away
from the leaning slant
of your anger’s sun
blinding pivot
of no choice
but to reduce the
he who hesitates
to lost, lost
and lost again.… Read the rest
beneath a sea
of indifferent storms
she reigns
as the blackest of fire
calm as the night queen
from the court of flame
in the looking glass
shining as hard as stone,
but delicate as a web
or mantle of snow
in the realm of trees,
dancing for the sun,… Read the rest
my mind is a constant
falling into
its own space
giving up space
to fall into
the next black pass
of folding
a grin of knowing
into which smile
hides which smile
into hiding
the space between us
turning onto
the turning off
the next construct
duly staged
in vaudeville … Read the rest
if your life
is a fabric of memory
that your day holds out
as an offering
to your tomorrows
god of growing, then
in your perfect place
you will never win
one pulse beat, from
the next moment
already a memory
in the art of this
dying conversation.… Read the rest