#359. making silence echo

August 19, 2010

making silence echo

restrained hesitation just before
the next tango step
light jingling through ice cubes
a hundred glasses
raised in hot sharp conversations
are taken outside
to the ancient cobblestone streets
the humid night
bright eyes then hands lips bodies
making silence echo

#203. Rommy (for pete

March 16, 2010

Rommy

wasn’t
built in a day.
Give up the secret
in black hair.

Sky and a good friend
drives ya
down
past
red
lips
tick.

Bones to pick clean.

#187. Th Woman (more)

February 28, 2010

Th woman
as sleep
opened twice
lips lips & dreams.

full silk slip
caress.

as sleep
awake enough love
and now slick time.

now.

***

knows falling
stars
shoot high anyway
gets me thru
the other side of the world.
earth
green
blue.

***

Th woman
as song no song
has music or rhythm enough
for yr blaze of spirit
red and yellow
as yr little hairs.

***

there
is a space on her bed
i can sometimes use
if i tongue her
right.

touch her shoulder
she asleaping
me trying to.

# 168 Th Woman (more)

February 9, 2010

Th woman
as body
electric thread
hair to bury head thoughts
knees dimpled and flexible
on round legs
desired
breasts soft
enough to sleep
pillowed one larger than the other
eyes are gold tho blue
sometimes green
Behold!
a fine bottom
foundation to blend back
to back and neckline       (child soft
gone to groin to earth
sex lips twist
of lemon
O honey!
caressed to be known neverknown
as body.

***

secret
she fades.
no secret
any more.

#107. Lips Of Use

December 10, 2009

Lips of
use
strike out to
cold and
close
the deal
for a
sliver
of street seen
out a
restaurant
door glass
does not
separate me
from you
and i know
the
bio-logic
bargain
we have struck
and met
our children
behind
bed-time
stories.

#31. In Joy

September 27, 2009

In Joy

she holds my hand
the left
more sensuous one
and offers me her lips
as if it were the beginning
of the world
and they the leaves of of the Tree
of Knowledge.

In joy
she cups her breast
the more
sensitive one
and offers it to my lips
as if it were the beginning
of the world
and the glistening Garden.

In joy
she completes us
and so do I
offering our lips
as if it were the beginning
of the world
and we were with our kisses
planting the fruit of the Tree of Life.

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