The night is wet
drops of rain glisten
on the slick sidewalks.
In my hurry I dodge
the dark puddles that
Glisten in the misty glow
of amber street lamps
There is a trace of rosy
blood where I have bitten
my lip but my eyes brim
with life and nonsensical love
When we meet we smile
and kiss silvery lashes
The taste of blood rose on
For the moment we forget
You want too much and
I will take whatever you give.
” I love you, I love you,
Like a fool, like a soldier
Like a movie star
I love you, I love you
Like a wolf, a king,
Like a man that I am not.
I love you like that”
*English lyrics to” je t’aime ” written by Serge Gainsbourg
I wonder about your kiss
does it taste of honeyed oranges
summer has turned to fall and
my hair is the color of autumn leaves
for you I’ve a garland of abalone that
I plucked from the banks of the river
Though I have wrapped you in the
warm breeze of my embrace
I fear we will never kiss
still memory loves you
I’ve unfastened knots
expunged cruel disputes
expelled grief to an acceptable level
Hidden sadness behind a wink and smile
cast all doubts out to sea
We’ve conquered the boundaries of both hemispheres
where we traveled half-blind in the mist
Let me have you hold you adore you once more
and if it don’t work out then you can tell me goodbye.
My animal guide is a Falcon
with wings spread wide
still I never glide over snow
covered mountains or deserts
come alive with cactus flower
below a sunset fading like
autumns overripe fruit.
Even in dreams I concede I am not a bird
but never really earthbound.
art by Karol Bak
I feel you
at the razor edge of madness
in the fierce break of waves along
the sea line
a half moon fading at dawn
in shifting shadows of endings.
I feel you in the sweet froth
and flow of memory.
In dark eyes that catch mine in
musty corridors of dreams
I see you
in the wild of wolves
the vigil of birds at my midnight window.
I sense you in sacred passages
where like phantoms we are lost.
art by Karol Bak
cover the sky with your hand
the summit of your palm is the moon.
Your fingers are streams of stardust
sweeping across ancient dunes
or the slender branches of willows
gliding through desert sand
soft and sediment.
Your words sting like bees that linger
thawing like ice on your tongue.
The heart of every woman you have
loved lives inside me
the cracking bones of beating wings
resounding against fixed walls
whispers of moments come and gone.
Recall my eyes as time,
you have lived here a thousand years
I left a message for you in a book.
It is like me to mark provocative phrases,
to shake them out in ponderous verses.
Do not read too much in the fallout,
the notes in the border are for nostalgia’s sake.
I dreamt of you again last night
whose aura I barely recall.
My suffering is not in knowing what was real
but what was not.
Courage is a leopard her cubs in danger
rushing forward without hesitation to face the foe.
It is looking your greatest fear in the eye
leaning forward, stepping across that
line you dare not cross, lungs bursting
thoughts racing, adrenaline heart pounding,
defending the defenseless in the arena of dread.
Facing the enemy, confronting the bully,
challenging the antagonist until the battle is won.
Celtic Woman by Mali
When I miss you
I become so small my body
could fit into the heart of a
sea bird begging salt with
its pulpy tongue. The scent of
sandalwood remains in a discarded
shirt tossed over a bed post where
I return and return.
The clouds unravel and tears rain
down in shades of eventide.
Keep me close in your heart like
the beating of a rhythmic railway
traveling snow covered alps
or the black tar of far off foothills.