Letter, March 26, 2019

Choose her from a place of strength and abundance of love, because your heart does not tire from gazing into the mystery of her eyes, because she enlivens your soul and with her light fills up your life. Choose her because you want to be her anchor and safe house, because you want to cradle her desires and dreams, because you are so full in your love for her that you are able to make her overflow with love and light. Choose her because you want her with your whole heart.

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Free Verse # 414 (listening intently)

One day
at the rising of the dawn
I will listen to the prayer
God planted in my heart
before I was born

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Full of my own self
I await your touch
to break me open
into a more, a beyond,
an uncontainable fountain
of overflowing love,
a hymn flowing
into the depth of the sky.

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Besieged by the luminous hover
of the cloud of loneliness,
I long to know the warmth
of one human heart,
to feel its presence
breathing in my life.

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An old man
in a young man’s body
watching life painting
with the brush of death.

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My heart is a wounded place
that wounded birds seek
to pass through its fissures
and die into the sky

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In the light of dawn
your voice comes
on wings of light
on wings of memory
and your breath
weaves the stillness
into a crown of poetry

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Listening intently to the music interweaving the waters of their souls.

Lovers Listening
Unknown Artist, Somewhere in France

The Ocean Within Her

She went out today
radiant in the light of the sun
his hands labored to plant
inside of her,
her body a forest
burning with the desire
that gave the stars their light,
her breasts
a spring heaving
in countless red moans,
on her lips and skin
the indelible wine of his kisses
seethed like a velvet cloud of incense
permeating with its fervent aroma
the inside of her bones.

The ocean of his poetry was within her
and the ocean could not be contained,
it flowed and overflowed
as she moved like a fountain,
a cup flooding with the primal source,
the liquid that gave love its reputation,
the blessed light
upon which time in vain
would try his teeth and moan,
vanquished! vanquished!
a rain of jasmines
falling from her hair
and calling the world
to come and drink
and again be whole.

Free Verse # 399 (a chapel on the hill)

In a loud world
my heart
is a calm chapel
lying somewhere
on a green hill
where birds sing
and streams murmur
as your voice
inside of me wanders
like incense
like prayer
like the prophecy of poetry

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Cracks
where moss grows,
the chipped lips
of the cup that once
flowed with our wine,
burned hot with our tea
as we made poetry.

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Sometimes I touch you
and this touch
swells my heart
in rivers of poetry;
manhood?—
rooting myself deeper
in the sanctity
of this touch,
annihilated as your being
becomes my heart’s poetry,
swimming inside
your throbbing sea of light.

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A fiery death,
a moth’s death,
in her kiss I feel
the boundless force of life.

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Poetry has always been a way to polish your face in my heart, to bring its light to a greater shining in my soul, my life.

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Dawn,
I wake up drowning
in a sea of your sighs,
your breath
a shawl curled
around the limbs
of the world,
its heat
rising from the earth,
raining from the sky.

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Traversing
the wet ponds of night
her shewolf howl
arrives at dawn,
a tremor shaking
the sea of sleep,
a primal bite
in the flesh of poetry.

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Her fragrance
an assassin’s knife
stealing through the night,
the fire of its steel
burning against my neck,
blazing the dark forest
of desire and poetry.

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Her skin absorbs his words
like water the light
as she fills with the glow
of his states of mind,
the wine of his poetry.

Free Verse # 398 (axis mundi)

His roving hands
an ocean sinking
to the deeps of her skin,
shaking from her womb
the stars of the night,
the poets’ dreams.

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I saw you
before my eyes could see;
and now when I write
I follow in the trail
of that sacred knowing,
that ancient memory.

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The syllables
of every written poem…
crimson sighs melting
in the light of your eyes

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Axis mundi…
the ray of light
turning in her eyes

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What is the poem?
Something that teaches the man
how to touch the woman;
something that teaches the woman
how to respond
from the ocean of her heart.
What is the poem?
It is the space
between the man and woman
where their longings merge
to annihilate past and future
on the altar of the present,
where their beings incubate
the desire to rise
beyond themselves
and in their hearts embody
the expanse of their sky.

Free Verse # 392 (the heart of the rising sun)

Full moon tonight…
in the blowing breeze
my words scatter,
fragrant petals
falling to her feet.

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Silently we slipped away,
two foxes wearing for skin
the gold of poetry,
and in the blue of dawn
love was a field opening
to the heart of the rising sun.

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Dawn…
my breath and yours
merging
over the silent fields,
a quiet prayer
from amid our joined ribs
rising
to greet the rising sun.

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My poetry draws you
in lines of everlasting beauty
in the deeps of my mind;
one day I will vanish
and you will shine on.

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Starbreath at dawn…
I go to you clad in the wings
of a thousand kisses,
all vying like poems
to drink from your mouth.

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Starbreath at dawn…
on your pillow my poem
holding vigil

Lovers’ Meditation; A Prayer

We sit facing each other,
wordless, our eyes
resting in contemplation,
attentive, listening
with all the primitiveness
of our blood,
listening to our breath
in its ebb and flow
weaving tighter
the life inhabiting us,
sussing the warmth
out of each other
as deeper and deeper
we inhabit each other’s bodies,
the internality of each
flowering in a moment
of openness,
flowering behind our eyes
and spilling into our hearts
a prayer-like knowing
as slowly, slowly,
the light accumulating
in the ponds of our faces
at last shines and spills,
our faces, merging,
from amid the silent hills rise
white as the moon.