Racing The Thames

Racing The Thames

                         and you will become like unto God, expanding forever outward.

                                                                Catherynne M. Valente

young and

drunk on the idea

we are stardust

this moment

would last forever

looping over and over

always and ever more

spiraling twist of a Mobius

ad infinitum

 to escape relativity by

refusing to travel @ a constant

rate of speed    as we run

laughing breaths into mist

words into crystals we make

ourselves immortal

Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica

1.

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

2.

There is a point   immaculate

between your breasts

where harmony     overcomes

angels fly from my fingertips

gently, along the crescent of your sleep

3.

Give me your hand

its already too late

our eyes flashed 

locked    gave us away

even ordering wine

is impossible without you

4.

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

Hostages

Hostages

1.

how did we get so 

so old   so filled with desire

for babies and Bentleys and forgot

all about the ocean, fireflies 

the small quiet miracles

of hands in the dark

tell me, tell me a secret

whispered along the chords of my heart

 sheer white walls

tears and futile impulses

perceived limits of energy

technology of confusion

I need a palpable mouth to kiss

to save me from insanity

every day   the masks we have become

a trap   vortex   a black

hole in the dream

2.

entering a vacuum

all is reduced   a millisecond of

fondness and years of doubt

this level of dissatisfaction

simply rises floods in April

August drought and dust

all measurement 

inclines toward an ultimate

a long wait   a smooth

clear lake cold beyond

cold still in July

this is disarming

a race in a room with no door

an open maze   black lace bra

white cotton panties   all summer

working on the ultimate ponytail

the taste of watermelon and rum

your steady redeeming breath in sleep

night of solstice   morning

of revolution

Learning To Sleep With You

Learning To Sleep With You   


                                         (shipping Jon & Ygritte from ASOIAF)

You’re a chorus of promises

A whisper of regrets

My tears shatter   spill

Making fractals on the sheets

Spoon with me you beg

So I give you my back    silhouette

Curves like rolling hills and valleys

Quietly before sunrise breaks

Moments pass tentative until

We breathe harmonious

I feel your heart resonate

Within my ribcage   duet 

You trace the corona of my ear

Neck to shoulder   fingertips

Flame hot alive with wanting

Every touch a desire

You cannot always speak out loud

Hands resting on the slope of my hip

Igniting my skin to the small of my back

An explosion of kisses    your lips

Trace every contour like a map

Setting it ablaze

Sonata

Sonata

we have gotten beyond all that

shadows in the new moon

forsythia, lilac, wisteria, red bud,

dogwood and azalea in May

sun in equinox too soon

tulips, this is a letter

a plea to the spring sight of you

London in May, July in Syracuse

I am so hungry for the past

filled with lovers

at least then I had my pick

to bite the full throat of you

to sleep in your arms

to lay my hair across your face

to claim you simply

as one bends and picks a flower

red hibiscus in wind

my hands trembling

Lurking For Love Part 2

Lurking For Love

Part 2

Amorcito, you believe yourself inscrutable

But, reveal unwittingly with every gesture

How you pull your hand through your hair

Carefully straighten your Ray-Bans

Stir your tea and ransack my blog

For a stray wisp of our past

Alive in the verbiage

This is a love letter to our history

Now only geography separates us

The fear of being found    found out

Found just as wanting and lonely

The implication of always

Carrying your passport, £s, €s, and $s

Just in case

In geo-synchronous time,

I watch you discover each reference

Chittenango Falls, Cazenovia Lake

The Waldorf Astoria, dinner in Tribeca

That smile quirks like Elvis

Looking up from your laptop

To face the park   expecting

Distance to magically waver in the summer heat

Waiting for me to pixilate 

Back into your life

Slave To Love sort of a sonnet

Slave To Love     sort of a sonnet

We always played by candlelight.  Mahler, Rachmaninoff,

you cried as you brought the piano to orgasm.  Faster

and faster till at last the sky broke open.  Thunder 

in the black keys.  You could hold the world in your hands,

or just my heart.  I loved you with such a simple

straight-forward passion for your voice, your eyes, 

your hands, your miraculous hands.  Eyes closed,

shivering, unable to catch my breath, not knowing 

if it was you or the music taking me.  Wings 

caressing the keys, caressing my face.  It

didn’t matter.  You call my name in the melody, the harmony,  

I forget my name, remembering only each note

as it enters me whispering, then exploding

like lightening.

Lurking For Love Part 1

Lurking For Love

Part 1

I know you’re sitting there

Facing the Place du Dauphine

In a faded wicker chair outside

@ Restaurant Paul    48.856286° N   2.342415° E

With your Earl Grey and honey

Scent of bergamot overwhelms

And surrounds

Ever so a caress you pull the bookmark

Feeling the pulse of your heart 

In your fingers   today

Today you whisper to yourself

Something will be there   longing

For a memento of our past

In the symbols on these pages

Slowly reading today’s entry

Word for precious word

Touching the screen

Like a familiar Braille

You decode each image   phrase

Line break searching

For a clue