Poem – Page 5 – Poétique

Adumbrate

I tried to love deeply
And hard but with no avail
I think my grandmother warned me
About the friends you choose
The love you give
How it can be received

And many of them were broken
But I loved anyway because
To experience it all the joy
And the pain it was worth it

Love so many that were
Already living love with another
Real love not just sexual love
Respected love

My skeleton is eating
But my heart is sinking
Thinking about the person
That isn’t sharing what
I have to offer

A tale of true luster
He is not unloved
Loved by many indeed
A feeling of say less
A moment of too much
To be missed by many
To be kissed even
In the distance

Each Other

It was both of their faults
Not fighting hard enough
For the love that they deserved

It’s not all drudgery is it?
Of course the beauty hangs
In the distance

Maintaining the narrative
As it was in the beginning
Some kind of ice cream social
Sitting at the same table
A neighborhood of love

When do we return to
One another after all
Is said and done

The crowds have
All gone home

Left with each other
Trusting and loving
As lovers do

Not some sort of
Invidious manifold

Joy in the making
A dry corner for standing in
Mystical narratives

Watering

One of the most treacherous acts
To witness unforgivable
We keep living we must breathe

Bandaid on the ground unopened
Pick it up to save my life or do
We leave it to save someone else’s

Close your eyes for the first time
Open your eyes for the last time

How many answers could we
Uncover if we only cared about
This moment of being together
What we are experiencing when
We finally find the clue

Lots of questions
A querent of queries

Keep pushing towards the light
How can we be tired after
Sleeping all night

Do the rest make it your best
Call them from the watchtower

Grains

White flowers dusted
Far across the plains
Rolling grains violining
Where somehow the music
In the air sounds different than
Yesterdays birds

Less work more play casting
An umbrageous shadow
Knock if you will at the vortex
Of this epiphany of spider bites
Hard centered lust at the
Indefinite core of willingness
Never undermined by
Squandered love
A hot centered devotion

One less headache
Hard pinned to the grass
Remember the park tangled
Underneath a tree it’s really
Simple the breeze and esoteric
Conversation that pulls us both
In magnetically with no doubt
Words and questions your
Scent is one that I can sense
From yards away unmistakable
Thirst quenching beauty

Symposium

I am in utter awe of you
Your perfect nose and
Beguiling eyes in the shadows
Framed by the purple light
Cast through the glass
Perfectly behind you
With a red door backdrop
And the most beautiful part
About you is how serenely
Unaware of how absolutely
Breathtakingly gorgeous
You actually are

Unmistakably so

Could you
Bear witness to my garden
As the flowers I have planted
Pertain to be more meaningful
Gestures that bring out
What qualities I hope to portray
If only to be shared with you

Ears drumming
I never thought you’d ask
What more could be said
Your affections are not for me
Rollercoaster in my head
To gaze even upon
Your very capable hands
Intimately available only
For some lucky future bride
In some other world

To receive your company
Is an understatement of joy
O, what unimaginable gifts
How ever one does treasure

All the little things you say

Wafted

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

Coptic

It was building a legacy
Perhaps my own testament
Some spiritual outpouring
Surface an upbringing
A sanctification of holy light
Unblindfolded by the night
Awakened in a world of our own
Creation created by the Creator
Who are we then but buried
In the beauty of all facets
Yielding beneath my robes
Bearing it all for something
But the context is only spiritual
Words written in books
Hymns filled with resound
A being couldn’t be more awake
And equally fatigued at the
Same time if only one less
Angel in heaven and what then
Lashing a demon out from
Within uncertain dangerous love
Earthbound as we were
Before attending our earlier
Time in the space from which
We arrived at before we
Existed to know what is where
Staring at a star pondering
Why not there?

Backing

When do we run out of excellence?
Not everything will always be
Formidable where are my friends
As if they’ve all been murdered
Vanished or taken away
But to where?

This is going to come out
In a pitiful way but I always knew
In some cases she didn’t!
It’s so exhausting to be the one
Reminding the self
Of how unamazing we are
I could fall asleep forever
Snoresville!

Someone said today
Unlike others you have style
Everyone is so boring you’re different!
Man that felt thrilling I was
Verklempt and inimitable
To be sinfully drunk instantly
Passed out in a pool of you
My opulence you must know
You remind me of what
Makes it possible with your words
That I could be better
Something even genial
When in doubt

Maybe you’re attached to all the
Negative things that happened selfishly
In your earlyhood of questions
Savoring dark soups
What is not okay?

Fear if to be comforted?
Asleep now below the lighthouse

Gravity

A basis for true objectivity
Withstands not a shred of
Evidence to extort all intelligence
If I slept next to you in bed
Could I keep my hands off of you!?

Macrocosmes and microcosms
Cannot breathe without a
Universe to exchange their
Need to consist of pyre being
Past lives in a pavilion
Of our scientific hearts

There are many ones
We are building moment by moment upon
Just as there are ones of many
A multifaceted nature
Existing as a part within
One another

Freedom is theirs to decide
We don’t have to do or
Be anything

We don’t want to be
Or do anything
Unless what we don’t
Want to be is
What we end up becoming

In space and time
Unwinding the length between us
In the sheets I can feel
Your skin next to me
A scaled form of what
Humans have been known to do
Regardless of the parts
Mundane to be held back
Why should we exist otherwise
Adjusting to what it means
Superficially to others

Our bodies make up the same
Weight and volume in decisions
Measured next to the stratosphere
Our heaviness is the same
A lightness as well
Both densities can be
Measured separately and equally
By each hair on our
Individual bodies
What grandiose metrics

In an embodiment of passion
O what dreams to suck on your tongue
A consciousness that fulfills and
Defines our mutual gravities

Breathless

My heart was racing kind of
Difficult to find my breath
She said “You just want something-
That you can’t have!” It’s a
Fantasy I know but also
Even once would taste
So sweet

To have something that
Feels right even if it doesn’t
Belong in the rest of the world
Like my outsides don’t match
My insides I would give anything
To make the whole thing line up
That’s the appeal

Again the point of having
A moment like that once
In a lifetime worth the risk
Is it proprioception?
What would it mean to have
Even one chance arrive with you
I’ll take what I can get
Completely as you are

Unfold you and put you
Back together with well wishes
Sweet kisses more than that
When I’m through with you
Dinner too if you’re up for it and…
Then maybe I could get you
To stick around?