Slave To Love

 

 

We always played by candlelight.  Mahler, Rachmaninoff,

you cried as you brought the piano to orgasm.  Faster

and faster till at last the sky broke open.  Thunder

in the black keys.  You could hold the world in your hands,

or just my heart.  I loved you with such a simple

straight-forward passion for your voice, your eyes,

your hands, your miraculous hands.  Eyes closed,

shivering, unable to catch my breath, not knowing

if it was you or the music taking me.  Wings

caressing the keys, caressing my face.  It

didn’t matter.  You call my name in the melody, the harmony,

I forget my name, remembering only each note

as it enters me whispering, then exploding

like lightening.

I Would Let Nothing Of You Go, Ever

Flor De La Selva

La Reina Del Cielo

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

Winter Solstice

you red shifting bastard

how did we get here

how did I allow you

me    the two of us

to spit into this vortex

as if seduction were not enough

we parse ourselves too ungenerous to give

unaccustomed to receive

my need for the curve of you to call home

my need for your words of love

nothing but contrails and the full moon rises

December

the if onlys crushed after the frost

every leaf will crumble

every rose will crumble at your touch

winter solstice will come alone

and that will be the best of  it

a long time ago my lover and I

hiked through the snow for foxfire

solstice

solstice again     first light

at last

if I said I have lived more lives than you

it would be true

if I said you have fucked more women than me

it would be true

if I said I wanted you to love me

beyond the bounds of reason

because I am alone

it would be true

not enough

even skating the razor of proof

mistletoe is a parasite     you know

we find it when the trees lose their leaves

it’s true nature revealed

I cannot say     but shit we fucked like electrons

in a supercollider

orgasms spilling quarks to the universe

apparently that was not enough

for you

Ars Poetica

it was Greece

so easily

opening my eyes

I want you

come

climb through my petticoat

white curtains billow

cerulean oceans

somewhere between these

lips petulant vortex

pressed palm of my hand

the love line extends off

infinitely becoming

there is a point

immaculate

between your breasts

where harmony overcomes

angels fly from my fingertips

gently along the crescent of your sleep

give me your hand

its already too late

our eyes flashed

locked

gave us away

even ordering wine

is impossible without you

come

come run away with me

come

all night long

the full moon spoke

words of love

to her little stars

whispering

this is a female constellation

Fasting

of course,

you can see the hunger

in my eyes more clearly

than ever recognize yours

were you to stand eyes

to mirror and examine

the depth of needs

you act out daily

 

you lie to yourself

amorcito,

using every instrument

of vision    binoculars

and telescope to scan

the horizon rather than

look into my eyes

and glimpse yourself

alone   just as hungry

as breathless with desire

 

you are so unaccustomed

to apotheosis   that ecstasy

being wide open

like sky

though we sleep windows

doors flung aside

wake at sunrise to watch

blue to pink   lights

on the bridge the only separation

of night and ocean

even then I must ask

for your embrace

though we share this

purely before

our defenses have wakened

 

what pulls you away

from me    after

we have made unabashed

love for hours intuitively

amorcito   in sleep you

lay your head on my breasts

content   our breath  our hearts

synchronous

and full

 

 

 

 

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

 

Avalon

In this white white house

on the edge of the Atlantic

a voice runs along my skin

trembling at the texture

of a woman you waited

ten years to touch

 slow samba of the heart

as you sleep dream

of your life on this

bright side of ocean

 inevitable calm

surrounds you, I come

out of the wind moist

with ocean in my hair

to find you to lay

my head in your lap

the heat of your hand

on my face

stars in the mist

on the shore moonlight

barefoot on the terrace

the soft of this moment

of this all

overwhelms

swirls around us

you asleep in a blue chair

and I whispering to the moon