That disco song was stuck in her head. It looped over and over. …….if I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby, if I can’t have you………
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Raga Rage…… Shiva and Allen Ginsburg Dancing in Eternity
Raga Rage
…..Shiva and Allen Ginsburg dancing in eternity……. Lawrence Ferlinghetti
to a Ferlinghetti raga
Ginsburg dancing with
who?
it’s only talk
rift me again
numerical iambs
count the
fingers on your hand
keep time
snap tap
time
is the only rift
do you talk
while you dance
a waltz
the personal raga
begins after
all singing is done
so dance now
pray now
chant
this raga
when you are in trouble
this is a dangerous place
to be
without your raga
rage
if there is dancing
Count Up: 133 Days after Hurricane Maria Made Landfall & 147 Days after Hurricane Irma Made Landfall in Puerto Rico.
Little Poem of Love
sheer morning in the dunes
flutes in the wind
play a sequence of notes
across the horizon
the ocean constant
the ocean ever changing
cathedral of song
my heart
a strange divinity
night
opaque night of the full moon
imagine your hands
surrounded by voices
gliding shivering the seagrass
holy its inclination
silence within the circle
coquí on the windowsill
i have a sense of loosing
myself to hold you
chimes
bells in the wind
flare and dissolve
empty rooms and
shadows on the walk
my garden green and astonishing
the patience of a clock
hours withheld
those given with an open hand
conjunction of ocean and prayer
Little Poem Of Love
sheer morning in the dunes
flutes in the wind
play a sequence of notes
across the horizon
the ocean constant
the ocean ever changing
cathedral of song
my heart
a strange divinity
night
opaque night of the full moon
imagine your hands
surrounded by voices
gliding shivering the seagrass
holy its inclination
silence within the circle
little frogs on the windowsill
i have a sense of loosing
myself to hold you
chimes
bells in the wind
flare and dissolve
empty rooms and
shadows on the walk
my garden green and astonishing
the patience of a clock
hours withheld
those given with an open hand
conjunction of ocean and prayer
Little Poem Of Love
sheer morning in the dunes
flutes in the wind
play a sequence of notes
across the horizon
the ocean constant
the ocean everchanging
cathedral of song
my heart
a strange divinity
night
opaque night of the full moon
imagine your hands
surrounded by voices
gliding shivering the seagrass
holy its inclination
silence within the circle
little frogs on the windowsill
i have a sense of loosing
myself to hold you
chimes
bells in the wind
flare and dissolve
empty rooms and
shadows on the walk
my garden green and astonishing
the patience of a clock
hours withheld
those given with an open hand
conjunction of ocean and prayer
Presence
your touch electrocutes me
breathless and mortal with desire
exploding down my spine
heart arrested by your gesture
toward me you move
in white silence
adagio of light luminous
fugue of my passion, reflected
in your eyes
there was a time
when only music could move me
to a place beyond simple fascination
passion translucent
divine
something smug
in the figure of my smile
no, only when you’re in the room
December 2012
this is such a place of wanting
of lips that trace your spine
relentless desire pressed to the dark
as the veiled earth rises to her lover sky
you loved me, like a miracle
something like breath held
lost to the depth of me, your hands
like Mozart engulf
the flutter of leaves, your eyes
holding me like more than hands
the exercise of being taken
over to the core
tiny bells in wind the bay
at midnight your hands sure
my heart in your eyes
an epiphany of piano is too simple
to trace your outline
on my body your scent
sheets, towels, the daily
waking at the sound of your name
driven over the dunes
