memories – Poétique

Hidebound

She wanted to listen to
Old tapes about her past
That made her sad
Her identity was iron clad
Impenetrable

As you hold her heart
From the backside
Console her with true love
She cries for both of you

The third other sits on a couch
Buried in disgust pain and doubt
She doesn’t care if you stay
She wants you out

I don’t care if you go
She meant it
You felt it

There are many among you
That represent fun
But you’re not the one
Ghostlighting you
With party favors
That are people

The butterfly is emerging
Snake skin is shedding
Who’s flags are red
If we’re betting
Yours or mine?

Flashing lights
Confined to the past
No one can love for us

My memories are still hard and fresh
Crisp like the air from yesterday
Would I not be left then on the
Back porch like a pickled carcass
Had I not stood up for myself
My feelings, my wishes, my hopes
And my dreams waiting to be
Fulfilled in the belly of my heart
With the rapture of true love

Never to fear death more
Perhaps even the return would be
Unthinkable yet as the incense
Travels through the backdoor
Indulging the wind with its
Wafted recollections
Only a steel trap mind could
Choose to forget it
But why would it then
Oh how the essence of the past
Fed on vengeance with
Resentment and the corruption
Like soup served before us at the table
Ready to lap it up for love
What tremendous companionship

Love coasting through every artery
As if the Torah were in every cell
Of the bodies future and the
Softness of possibilities made
Sweet figs for us to feed one
Another even though the pain
Of existence was in need of
Wet tenderness wrapped
About the epidermis of worded wounds
Begging for mercy only for
Love nothing but love

What an exchange of banter
Ideas or captured thoughts
If the trade were only for love
And not for anything else

Returning

Inscrutable
Swirling
Bitter
Companion to
Old memories
Do you choose
To haunt me
In this way
Or is it I
That has yet
Allowed you
To come in again
What I remember
To recall
Old friends no longer
Laughing in the
Backyard garden
Tripping over our
Love for one
Another do you
Curse me unchaste
Or is it I that has
Taken to abiding
To these new laws
Of overprotection

Charlemagne

My sweetest light
A meeting round the stones
At night by dark waters
Riviera of memories
Wishing for triangles of
Sanctuaries in love
Hanging from the ceilings
Of our mouths
Crawling over the backsides
Of forgotten traumas
Furry tarantula like legs
Tickle the napes of our necks
Left like afterthoughts
Or impulsive tattoos
For which painting
Cosmic catastrophic
Imprints where forbidden happiness
Could only end in a ball of
Frameless power that
Sparks up in me
A playful harmless buck
Spun upwards just enough to
Catch a quick wisp of air
Around your lips
The sweetest pair to kiss
I offer you this bouquet
Of mystic flora
Minus the half eaten magnolias
Devoured by what satisfied snails
Have left only for my hand
A small miracle
Of human interference
If it ends in the unexpected
Splash of your embrace