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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Underwater filming

Deep blue underwater filming
the final cut 
the final act
on videotape

I barely hold on, and
break into tears 
it's the
pressure, pain. sand 
on the ocean floor 
that gets me

the shifting 
bodies
editing the final scream
then it cuts to black

you shout pack up

and I wake up
on a different shore.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

I saw sparks (1986)

Sparks between you 
and a pretty boy

in the dark
I stepped out and stared
at my feet
in the park

your crush lighting
up the night 
and me lighting up 
like I can’t cope 

with the puppy dog hope 

in your eyes

I fled that cage 
that I was starting to weld for myself.


Saturday, June 1, 2013

A taste of morning

Dried on my lips
last nights kiss
on a pillow at rest
tracing
the hollow of his chest

the morning air
now empty of him
but drifting freely
with his scent
the fragrance that showers me
awake
as the day begins.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Full Moon

The night of parting, now
rests on
your silent lips

the tedious love
we indulged
under a treacherous moon

when a dark and heavy, thunder
scattered brush
on the road.


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The days of sleepwalking

In the middle of the night 
I wonder
how you and I met

did we wander, like
sleepwalkers

do you remember 
was it night or day?

we drifted inside 
echoes, and
you emerged again 
inside me

I listened to myself 
as you rose, awake
from a sleep, that
foresaw us.
 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The garden of joy

For centuries you have
searched for love
you are reborn 
to give it 
another life
another name

shining souls
shining bodies
is it in love
you always shine?

we dream and we shout
we sow you like seed
and witness a miracle

as you spring forth like
hope, flower, song
like a garden 
in my veins


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Childhood

There was a time
when
I was not even aware
that 
the sun's vanishing
trick
in the evening
is just 
an ordinary thing 

and on a lazy
summer morning
I was woken up 
delighted
by an eagle
drifting in the air.

War for the skies

With everything turn to sky
nothing left of the ground
but a few
blades of grass 

that used to imitate 
the forest 
not even
that garden is left

but in my eyes 
there are only fires

my spirit will be 
the final house, when
smashed into pieces. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I move with time at the center

All this time 
I'm alive
in different worlds
in different places
outside me

I'm moving in and out
of memory
caught in those lives

I wake up
to embrace 
everyday things

surprised 
and comforted
I'm still here.


Monday, May 13, 2013

Sweetness of days like this

I feel the heat
of this 
blaze of sun

I gather this
day like
fruit that sweetens

Tonight
my joy
will be like a
silent tree
lost in the 
forest.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Flowers of my Garden

Like this flower 
of spring 

as delicate as it is
as moist as it is
as fragrant as it is 
as joyous as it is
as utterly 
enchanting 
as it  is

Like this flower
is my unseen love

Growing
in the garden
of my life.

The song for lovers

For the lover 
I trust blindly
in your vision

so I can walk lightly 
in step 
with you

for the lover
I trust blindly
in your kindness 

so I can strip naked
of my self 

and without effort
I bare my soul.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Another evening of misty eyes

When this  night
starts for us
will we like any other
be able to look at each other
and go to sleep

will I see you
with eyes half closed
and find us lie down
like this evening 

I have lost the way to sleep

my love
I waver
at the street corner
like a firefly.

A long dream of villages

After a long night of 
mist
one
by one
the stars
appear

I breathe in the warm air
that the 
summer 
of 
your sky
gives me

I am passing through
a village 
of images
caught
in your
eyes


Friday, May 10, 2013

The story of new love

The stars arrive
with the blaze on high

they bring stories
that sway 
and fall with the first wind

but let the next come
sudden from the sky
new lustres will return.

Bending over mornings

Suddenly
high
above the dream
spreads the gracious 
wonder 
of blinding light

and I,
curled 
over the ground 
startled
by the sun
come back to my senses
as a shadow 

cradled and
gradually
nurtured.