§ one night to be confused...
dark eyes, fierce
and... innocent?
mountain peaks
jutting looming
naked skies wrap
music making
who is this
magnificent creature?
no, please don’t
go
don’t say
goodnight.
one night to speed up truth...
miraculous
stumbling upon
a second goddess
encounter
no more
worshipping false idols
I am so intensely
present to myself; to her
yes, five becomes
three becomes two
just us now.
we had a promise made...
first night:
glances that dared questioned yearned
second night:
lingering gazes that played caressed penetrated
finally alone,
first touch, first kiss
cleaved! in two. a
voice shouting out from the darkness above
no, please don’t
go
please, please,
please. don’t say goodnight.
four hands and then away...
a quarrel, some
bags, a bus, and then
quiet. we are
alone. together.
no confusion just
the thick truth of our desire
four hands,
entwined limbs, kisses, caresses
yes, I am
shattered by you
pray the sun will
never rise.
both under influence...
consciousness
swims
where do I end and
you begin?
I am lost in a sea
of you
your eyes (those
eyes!), your scent, your skin
no, please don’t
go
passing out now
would be a cruelty beyond compare
we had divine sense...
morning birdsong
sunrise grief
i’ve lost her.
no way to find her. she’s gone.
south india plains
monastery; worlds away
yet, absurd
impossible hope somehow hot and alive
yes! another
miracle electronic and flickering.
will she plunge
leap blindly foolishly? for me?
to know what to say...
exotic beauty,
peace, chanting, flowing blood robes
but my mind is
consumed; all I can feel is her
one email a day,
each day painfully long
did she call me
cowboy?
no, neither
caution nor restraint will be allotted roles in our play.
my very being thrums: she is on her way. this miracle makes three.
mind is a razor blade...
a light drizzle of
little rain droplet gifts: what we didn’t expect
rivulets of
innocence under scar tissue
honesty,
wandering, keeping company with humbling monks
nighttime
expeditions into the forests of each other
yes, I want
nothing more.
release, let go,
and bathe in the softness of my adoration
§ one night of magic rush...
tel aviv. six
years nearly to the day
anxious clock tick
pints on a patio pub
she is flesh
again: fourth miracle (flesh; and those eyes...)
I am flooded;
electricity and blood and thirst
perhaps it wasn’t
all a dream?
these feelings, so
familiar; we’ve been here before.
the start a simple touch...
wine and song; I
am in her nest, I am home
mutual hesitation:
what if we touch and the illusion dissolves?
sudden crash
resistance dam burst
the start: a
simple touch
perhaps we... dare
we... is this... fate?
please. to pass out now would be a cruelty beyond compare
one night to push
and scream...
I watch her sleep. I play with her hair.
I nuzzle her neck. I kiss her flesh.
I watch her sleep. I trace her features with my fingers.
consciousness swims; I am pulled under.
perhaps it’s best this way. one night to push and scream,
but would we have survived tearing ourselves in two yet again?
and then relief...
the holy land; the wellspring of history itself
this nation: the exuberance of youth,
the hardened weariness of constant threat
but my mind is consumed; all I can feel is her
perhaps I will somehow return? perhaps the cosmos
will pluck her from the promised land and gently lay her within arms
reach
perhaps there is yet a third act to our play: a fifth miracle
perhaps there remains, there is yet to come:
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we (will have) had a promise made
we...
§ dare we believe
in the most absurd of all fictions?
for ES (August 2012)
for ES (August 2012)