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Woke up worried
sad and blurry
again.
I am hungry for your
company.
I am afraid
that I’ve behaved
so suddenly
as to wake
the dormant snakes
inside me.
The sleeping soul
whose golden goal
to guide me
is frightened by
tightened eyes
underwater.
tired inspired
nearly expired
wires a way to find you
I worry
I wonder of other lovers
I work up othe worlds to
ward off whoa overwhelming wonderments coming up.
I need to to
I miss you,
to stretch to fit
this bubble of us.
My heart pounding
arms aching
throat itching
legs leaden
breathing myself to the
ground I’ve found under these
oceans of us.
A fish whose
gils are grown over,
unsewing the stitching slowly
recoving a soul ashore.
I love you find you more.
far off thoughts of carriages
(or is pram correct?)
perhaps an instant marriage
to make love less suspect.
we are wild angry children
who can love more than most do
stirring up the cauldron
distilling sacred brew.
sky here is convulsing
ready to explode
my heart has doubled pulsing:
the weight of its new load.
giving what the other takes
embracing no mistakes.
spent the day
in bed & naked:
sore & sense–poor
& ever richer for it,
now where to try to store it?
waiting for the street to
fill & swell with your
coming scent.
a sunrise to invent
10 000 inspirations
your face an invitation
to 1 000 threaded lines
debased 100 times by
attempts to tie a tenth of you
into a single rhyme.
I would have paid a man to drive me
begged a dragonfly to fly me
but I took the train instead.
A modicum of self–control
since getting there is not the goal
it’s the goings inbetween.
Not the glory of your faces
nor your elemental graces—
I took the too long way to find you
to sanctify our spaces.
Note: this poem became song lyrics: Dragonfly.
what webs we build with water
I start to miss your laughter
at once after departure.
A suckled salacious sap.
A delirious superciliousness
Some so-serious serum
Dissolved deliciously.
simple thought
a cresting you
from down a crowded street
doubles you and
bubbles you in
pops that do not keep.
a tripling a rippling
the far-off sound of feet
quadruple you tends to renew
the surface and the deep.
quintuple will unbuckle
tightest grasping desperate hold
sex & sept & oct & nin
will decimate the soul.
A tryst I trust the trying must
the lust lest you forget;
the more I loose to love & longing
the less to lure regret.
Tricky wrist, the prying twist
lacks permissiveness;
M for muse if I may use you,
Ms am I amiss?
Ah, forget the rest. See, I
saw a backdrop, static, rusting,
wrest from automatic—!
Docile fossil stasis places
sparking their potential.
Kinaesthetic the kinetic
spaces made essential.
Kaleidoscopic flavors of
your seizing palimpsest
I try to list the wild windings West:
after you go afterglow
an all-out awkward fallout.
I intuit an invisible
incendiary speech:
your silent mouth instilling
what the mother tongue can teach.
Spurning yearning spinning, overwhelming winning winding, imparting perfect parsec timing. Underlined defining finding. Imbuing. Divining.
Revealing revolving involving endearing. Declaring. Clarifying.
Incurring unblurring emboldening. Unfolding, enfolding.
Untold coloring. Rapt rendering whitening. Bright & unfrightening.
Braiding emblazoned yarns, guarding gilded gardens; a folded floating flower; a fabled floating tower; an illimitable hour.
Millennia of moments-moving.