love – Page 10 – Poétique

Crushing

When you look to smile
And you want different things
You want a kiss
To be close
But they are reminded of
Something special about this
Nothing romantic
But the smiles meet each other
Perfectly in the same way
For different reasons
No one is shy
Because both are
Smiling sincerely
For their own reasons
But also for different ones
Or not thinking of embracing
The other at all though
A feeling of warmth is mutual
The intentions are unclear
But the love is similarly
Evident even if for different
Circumstances puzzling
Reasons golden retriever vibes
But no clear explanation
If the other is feeling the same way
Or smiling for the same reason
But they are both sweetly coherent
Of the other

What kind of love is this?

Graveyard Drunk

Yellow trees are all around
On my knees fall to the ground
He left and when he exited
I gave it all up to the heavens
Like an angel walking round in dread
Halo cracked upon his head
Burning letters in the yard
Every attempt to make it was hard
Broken bottles in a bag
Carrying the weight of them
Nothing left to drink inside
Can’t sit up; open wide
His friend walks on a rescue path then
Went to a church around the bend
Not though because it was
Ever her chosen religion
Conveniently placed a street light ahead
It’s the thought that counts in the end

And nothing had moved much
Since he was born trying to grow
Up in a town that was torn and
He could feel that it was slipping away
Bottle after bottle everyday
Where he ended up in a graveyard
At the foot of a man he had never met
And his t-shirt read Grandpa
And so it went as he balled his eyes out
In the lawn and the man said a prayer
To hold him on and lingering he did
Again and fell asleep at his granddads
Headstone which he found finally
Not too far from the prophet
Everybody loved it was death and
Living sanctified rolled into stone

The leaves collapsed over his face and
Crunched that time of year it was
Not quite cold yet but things were falling
And the voice of his grandmother
Was steadily calling and he pulled himself
Up from the sanctuary of remembering
And drug his feet further to her
Rosy steps where he managed to
Knock on the door with what was left
And he found her arms and smile
Awaiting as he contemplated
In conversation her eyes like pools
Of blue across the gloom
Sitting in her living room she
Gave him words that he was embarrassed
To seek for to be coherent and
Perfect was better than weak

“Stop drinking!” she said,
“Why’d you do that?”
He couldn’t come up with a good reason
Instead he knew that his time with her
Would soon be up as the earth
Only gives us so many grades
And she kissed his face
And she kissed his lips
And she pet his head
And no longer than did
He weep in the way he would before
But he couldn’t unfreeze himself
In certain moments now
Because everything was
Still processing from before
And his tongue was tied
And his mouth was sore
And his heart was hungry
Begging for more
But he remained
And sustained the memory of
Her doorway and the moment
That she gave him words
Even after she was gone
Her voice could be heard

Time is fleeting in front of our eyes however,
He still remembered how to laugh out loud

Aftertaste

The difference is you want to kiss
That feeling of wanting this
Arousal and desires being met
Maybe something you would grasp
Onto and hold for only a minute
Like a stolen moment but the energy
Is what you feel internally
The decent into a smell
An aroma that fills the well of your soul
Knit to the fabric of the other person
As skin to skin draws you in
Hands holding fingers running through
Pulling slightly at the back of your neck
Into a tension that is right and the heat
Like the wet is exciting
It didn’t get here by any plan
Somehow arriving in the heart
In the fire of your lowest parts
Or the salt of this neck and sweat
And the light is cast down through a window
In the street where you found
A quiet second away from
Everything where no one was watching
And the taste of the inside of things
A swarming of tongues
The sensation is hard to explain
Perhaps never to return again
Except for in some fantasy in
Your mind that will live with you
For all time and the recall
Of this flavor that we somehow
Managed to create together
That we can always count on
To remember even if we
Never touch it again

Imaginare

In love with the imaginary
Making the most love to anybody
I don’t even know…
I could swelter you with
Hot momentary pulsating
Delicious majestic lust
No harbor for hate
To dock our boats in

Standing in the traffic of a busy sidewalk
I plaster myself against the concrete wall
Behind me stands a bigger building
For stowing people away when they need
Rest and rejuvenation in their condos
Hardly affordable these days
What a lifestyle planted next to the water
People walking around barefoot
With sand on the bottoms of their feet
You could journey from here and achieve
That shoreline destination with ease

All the accents traveling around his head
Korean and Chinese spoken in the same
Breath from breakfast to sock shops
Fiery red hair passes by like an emblem
Something should be signaling his legs
To follow that embered light but he doesn’t know
Them at all and it isn’t his neighbor
But to make acquaintances would be nice

The fallen limbs from two days of rain
Are reminiscent of the unused well of
Love that’s been swallowed whole
Useless arms unclaimed and flailessly
Hanging around wanting to be useful
Like the branch that smacked down against
Raw concrete was to its tree prior

So many new faces and no one to
Be concerned about meeting who he
Hasn’t yet nor seen; no facial recognition
The ground is sloped and the air
Is calm here stands a quiet moment in a big
City this is a treasure like the fantasy
Hunt that keeps dragging his eyes
Into the cars from across the street
Enamourer to the unknown aphrodisia

Junkyard Heart

People maurading through the streets
Every dance floor in the city
Has seen his feet seagulls cry
In morning light and ferris wheels
Are tempting stories of making out

We aren’t going anywhere
But we aren’t children anymore
The water is only one hundred
Feet away and the dream of
Remembering how to kiss a stranger
Is an easy one to stake

In the tree there were so many birds
Small and large tiny ones too
I was chasing insects up the bark
To feed them all when I noticed
That their size was comparable to
Some of the smallest fledglings
At first I was nervous that
The bugs might score but then
I witnessed the birds enjoying one bite
After the other they were winning!
Had it never occurred to me
However that everyone needs to eat?

The wharf was kind of perfect on
Mornings like these observing
All the wildlife filling up their gullets
With a cool drink of rainwater
While nothing stopped the harbor,
Ever pressing courageous sensitivity
Was showing up at every corner of his heart
Starting from the north point

There was evidence of a struggle inside
But the gentleman driving the vessel
Hadn’t quite given up on the want for
And desire to abridge his destiny in love
When his brain came to it was
A waking life of friendly misbehaving
That enticed a little memory of adventure
Something he never quite gave up on
But somehow lost sight of in his masonry
To build a safe home inside his heart

Zombieland

People going through the motions
Foreign countries living in a different
Existence than what I am used to
Love doesn’t always mean more
Love can mean lessening what
You have achieved taking steps
Backwards is not a sign of
Happiness what is the sacrifice
Made worth if your life is falling away
Did it all happen for love or at the cost
Of something much more important
Your security your job your
Everything you worked so hard for
Your home your friends you’re
Gone gone gone is the song
You can sing even if you try
The crocodile finds a way to
Put the love bird back into the cage
Until you’re ready what’s the rush
If everything you want and need
Is being forced what is the trust
Of a mountain we are climbing
To discover the other side when for now
You can sit back to back with a tree

Intra

How much do we have to be
Accountable to accept the effects
Sounds and accusations walking the
Ground creeping around and into us
Does it have to be absorbed
Or taken seriously as this is
My only mind my only heart my only head
Just to meet someone who
Is genuinely excited to be loved
To be in love with or accepted by
So sincerely wanting to be wanted
But not because we need to interrupt
Or force ourselves to be as the heavens grow
Darker and the night closes in the garden
I can picture many chances to stay
In one place without changing though
The world is shifting around us
In circles of transition the bamboo is spreading
Constantly a new generation a new
Explanation of seeds a second disturbance
Minding your own business is non-existent
But we hold still stationary and
Keep true to the principles of
Life that are suited for the era we
Are encountering today embracing
A distinguishable time to the solitary moments
A union of self and a tribute to being
Brilliant auspicious and flourishing
Without wavering to the arrows being
Fired the space to walk in unblinking
Between is as big as Sherwood Forest
And many trees to glean in sorted hours
As the sun crawls into the shadows a traveling
Sky promises hope in propitious colors

Veritas

Wrapping my head around new feelings
How much can I hold onto my own
Cerebral functioning in the presence
Of another who gives me want for
Emotions outside of my own self
My body is swollen with love
I have so much more to give after
Time spent being in such a presence
I believe we could solve the riddle
Of life together you are as strong
Or stronger than me consciously
I turn to you I agree I listen I bow
In empathy I believe you behold the
Answer before me I hear you listening to me
What is the difference between
Passionate love and friendship radiating
They are very different but somehow
Feel the same both traveling through
The body like a surge of electric joy
Likened to an energy boost from a drink
Although intangible it can be felt
He knelt before the moment to behold
It in its glorious wit and charm but
Also felt disarmed by his own mistrust
Not comprehending what the journey
Could become or wise for letting it unwind
On its own unraveling tenderly soft
And quiet because the trumpet he heard
Was loud and boisterously calling out to say:
“Don’t miss the chance like you always do!”-
But there was no need to rush or fumble
Where were we all going to anyway?
As if an apocalypse was heading fast
To hit our town in a cluster of
Asteroids but still nothing could stop the
Fussing or rushing to meet the moon and
Stars on time before the sun came up
One last chance to polish the throne
To stand at the foot of truth and still
Beg to be understood no not even then
For the question of love and friendship
Left him in a chaotic frenzy of ecstasy hoping
A fragment of foresight and wisdom
Would fall down from a crack in the sky
By way of Aletheia daughter of Zeus
She would definitively know what to do
Even when the earth shakes we still
Come out of the quakes wondering

Lovetail

The story of love must be told
Many times before it has been
Looked over and tossed around
I’ll just close my eyes for a minute
See if the maudlin moment passes
Shine my shoes and eat less
Brush my teeth early so as not
To be tempted by myself
Or is the temptation coming
From somewhere else!
O, no bother to run up and down
The stairs of my mind it’s always
A sane distance traveled
I haven’t had a cry out in years
Silent tears and sobbing at the
Loss of a loved animal is to be
Expected oh yes there was a wail
I spooked my coworker
Thought I should go home
But that wouldn’t bring my dog back
So I worked and hid my tears
Even from the other family members
I wanted to be strong for all of us
Once again the story of love
Absolutely must be told many times
And also in many different ways

Cardinal

Love found a way to the surface streaming out in one explosion
Undetermined by its surroundings if it should stay or return boundlessly

My core the center of me is only love
At the beginning when I saw the truth in your face
I convinced myself there was no other perfection
Finally able to grasp the physical beauty
Something tangible gave me strength

In that moment
I felt myself
Leap from the chair
Holding onto nothingness
Spirits before Shakespeare on pitch black nights
Delicious desires panting and wanton
Delicious desires craving and wanting
Is there any storm to find its way to hang above us again bottomlessly?

You warned me to no end the honest ways
Such an alchemy of sacredness belies
Where the sharpest stones
Dress the pathways to our bed
When my legs wrapped around you
The only noise I heard was ours
The only breath I felt was ours
If there were more lungs than one
I didn’t know it

And all the angels and demons came together
Dancing in a circle to unite our destinies
Scarlet hues breaking open to white
Something smiles in great strength
If to abandon any part of this
Assures no fear could take over symmetry
Nor can we never grow tired of our bodies
Pressed together like this

Against one another in an immaculate way
Caressing every inch we stay
Ambushing the darkest corners of ourselves
Wanting what we want
Listening to the heart
Breaking down because we are
Only our best in this moment
Every second insatiably full
Every transcendence ravening

Love found a way to the surface streaming out in one explosion
Undetermined by its surroundings if it should stay or return boundlessly