Poem – Page 50 – Poétique

Intimacy

Intimacy doesn’t always
Hide softly behind
Desires that run
Wild like horses
Tempered cooly
Closeness can make a home
Beautiful but
Absent still if you don’t
Act on it
Ask for it
Wipe your feet on the mat
Just like the way
You can’t get an education
Hanging out on the railroad
Tripping over your feelings
Intensely wide ties that might
Open your eyes
Cherish falling on your face
Tripping over your words
For what might taste salty
Could also be your soul mate
If you use your tongue right
Speak your mind

I’ve never seen
Such a beautiful creature

Heavy Breathing

The natural world
Or what we so soulfully
Found ourselves
Embracing of it
Sprawled itself out
On our backs
Against a porch of
Buoyant emotions

The concrete outdoor city
Sun stroked in downtown hovers
Towering over our
Dual natures
The only permanent
Naked reliance for sanity
Between us remains on beds of menthe

Turning every page
In your book I look to find
A noble moon peeking
Through your telescope
Up or down it is always
So proximate
So unassailably radiant

Every burning primeval star
Shot ‘cross a black light neon sky
Alights our mossy beds

Cradled rest our heads
Are both collapsed
Onto a pillow of centuries
With cedar ringing in our ears
As our whispered witness
To countless birds
Chirping echoless disappear
In between unspoken
Human heartaches

Two each our own

You bloom like amaryllis
Lush with red light deep inside me
As the first bewilderments
Of unabashed heavy breathing shakes
Panting sounds between us
Twisting over late night lovers

Clever has absent heard
Even of this
A sound for words
Which there are never

Your Hand

In this distance where you stand
I can barely see your hand
Yet somehow strangely close to you
Somehow scarcely knowing you
Somehow I attempt to understand

Inspired by the swan
Graceful as her silhouette
Becomes the dawn
As the wind caresses
All that he demands
I reach beyond the distance
For your hand

What This Means

I was walking on
The back of a bumblebee

A longing stretch
Of yellow and black

A card of tarot
Shown to me
Randomly in step
On the sidewalk

Many to the left of me
Equal to the right

Yet the face that stands
In front of me
Is yours

Tell me what this means

So I Can

“I just don’t have time.”
He said

I remember when we did
Oh yes, I remember
How great it was then

Crack the cocoon
And remind me again
Remind us

Just let me now when
So I can return

So I can…

Heart Secret

Hard to speak
Sometimes it feels
Messy to say
What I perceive
But why not tell the truth

If you ask me
A question I can’t
Answer with a lie
Yet
Sometimes I feel weak
When I admit with certainty
Out loud to a friend
That I can trust
Or even to myself a truth

What’s the meaning
For us if we don’t
Acknowledge what’s real
As I find strength
In my honesty
I master how to feel
I learn to rely on myself
Not to let what others think
Effect the way that I breathe
Establish my beliefs vulnerably

Being certain can be hard
But like a fire burning strong
I know that life altering
Moments always lead
Me down the truest path
That I can tread
Away from grief

I say I’m better off dead
Than living carelessly spent
In a world
That cannot possibly
Be good
Psychologically speaking
I know the closer I get
To the simple truths head
Clearly peeking
Out from under
The rocks of disconcerting others
Disturbing behaviors
That try to cover up
The truth
Of feeling good about it

Legitimacy
Is a powerful relief
Opening freedom
To ourselves doorways
Away from rumors

Being true to the heart
May be hard but
In the end
If it seems messy
It’s because a simple honesty
Can’t always be
Concerring

Flue Pipe

Burning as the turn within should have
The weaver of a solid mass of light
Fire broods to bellow in the night
Opposite the yellowed tusk

I never saw it leave myself
I only saw the dimming
And that which shocked itself about
Never climbed again

Had I been blind I might have missed
What I have felt beneath my eyes
But had I seen I might have scorched
The very soul within my tide

Fallow

Focused on the tunnel
Separation and above
Veins twist to the clock watch
Wooden shadows push the hands
Watch cover glove

Curved neck of three is one
And one is two by light is three
More vibrant than reflection
As wing and body of the bee
And thus make twice
Both three and three

Chiseled I am weak if not by glance
At squeak and in air passed
And o’er heir vast

Still the lines
Cast the dark
Post of bamboo shoot and spark

Neither I nor time nor place
Breathe the breath between this space
Lest the face should be erased
Left for bitterness to chase

Attic

And in the almost
One and three step
Not two plus two
I confide that like a shoe
I once lost something
Very special to me
Isn’t it amazing!?
And I still haven’t
Found a way
To bring it home

It makes my feet
Like the feet of an antelope
Enables me to tread on trees
Like a goat directing music
In the breeze
On my stringed instruments
Strummed ever so softly
Once upon a bearded string

Perhaps I pull the ceiling down
She said check the hidden ladder
To solve the matter
I have one final place to seek
I’ll take the stairs
And sleep the night
Up in the attic

Between

Tears that I could cry
I would cry
But I don’t
At least I mean
That I cannot
Cry them in sadness
Heretofore
Because the love
That has consumed me
Is beyond what any
Sadness could appeal to
Tears of joy employing
Richness that
Drips like amber
From my eyes
Bees trapped in
Sunlight every drop a
Godlike miracle delight
That saturates our
Glistening cheeks
Viscous honey warm serene
Puddled pools of gold convene
Running along our shoulders
Down the length of
Our thought deep wraparound
Love swinging arms
Descending tungsten
Fueling light
Caressed by morning bright
Sidewalks as are our spines
Resembled stairways walking upward
Divinely sliding down
Saged in ceremonial
Crowns pointed with
Bells that ring resounding sing of
Birch white ritual dreams
Glowing through the
Citrine kingdom we
Are building
In between
You are my hive
You are my king
We are the quintessential
Possibility