Saturday, October 24, 2015
Simple Request
Simple Request
if you would
lay your head
in my lap
if you would
close your eyes
breathe with me
let me lay my hand
on your heart
to know its beating
let me hold your soul
to my lips whispering a caress
let me brush my eyelashes
along the curve of your cheek
to know your wishes
let your arms encircle me
strong and steady
imagine our own universe
the synchronicity of wanting
high tide of desire
each for the other is a rare thing
in this moment of calm
no sound but breath and
the duet of hearts
Fasting
Fasting
I’d do anything and have to keep this in and you anything
and have to keep from hearing.
Olga Broumas
Of course,
you can see the hunger
in my eyes more clearly
than ever recognize yours
were you to stand eyes
to mirror and examine
the depth of needs
you act out daily
You lie to yourself
amorcito,
using every instrument
of vision binoculars
and telescope to scan
the horizon rather than
look into my eyes
and glimpse yourself
alone just as hungry
as breathless with desire
you are so unaccustomed
to apotheosis that ecstasy
being wide open
like sky
though we sleep windows
doors flung aside
wake at sunrise to watch
blue to pink lights
on the bridge the only seperation
of night and ocean
even then I must ask
for your embrace
though we share this
purely before
our defenses have wakened
what pulls you away
from me after
we have made unabashed
love for hours intuitively
amorcito in sleep you
lay your head on my breasts
content our breath our hearts
synchronous
and full
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Little Poem Of Love
Little Poem of Love
sheer morning in the dunes
flutes in the wind
play a sequence of notes
across the horizon
the ocean constant
the ocean ever changing
cathedral of song
my heart
a strange divinity
night
opaque night of the full moon
imagine your hands
surrounded by voices
gliding shivering the seagrass
holy its inclination
silence within the circle
little frogs on the windowsill
i have a sense of loosing
myself to hold you
chimes
bells in the wind
flare and dissolve
empty rooms and
shadows on the walk
my garden green and astonishing
the patience of a clock
hours withheld
those given with an open hand
conjunction of ocean and prayer
ARS POETICA
ARS POETICA
for Archibald MacLeish
for Archibald MacLeish
it
was Greece
so
easily
opening
my eyes
I
want you
come
climb
through my petticoat
white
curtains billow
cerulean
oceans
somewhere
between these
lips
petulant vortex
pressed
palm of my hand
the
love line extends off
infinitely
becoming
there
is a point
immaculate
between
your breasts
where
harmony overcomes
angels
fly from my fingertips
gently
along the crescent of your sleep
give
me your hand
its
already too late
our
eyes flashed
locked
gave
us away
even
ordering wine
is
impossible without you
come
come
run away with me
come
all
night long
the
full moon spoke
words
of love
to
her little stars
whispering
this
is a female constellation
Friday, October 2, 2015
Transcendence
Transcendence for Bunny
she walks
threading her way among the others
in search of the perfect
space so thin
passing through will scrape
the mortal cocoon away
let the soul transcend
through the needle’s eye
she would go
if she could
passing like a beam of light
into the immaculate
she whispers
to angels and saints
where, where
to the bright white
open
O, she says
O
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