Friday, December 25, 2020

Poem: A Love Poem

 

A Love Poem

 

dawns and heights,

this mansion of my throat and heart 

and my breath,

this rootstock of my life,

my laughter and reflections,

every molecule and aura,


she holds them in her hands

such sextants and her fingers 

are the lockpicks of my evolution

and her eyes are the healers

when her body swoops and slopes to avalanche

so agile on the mountainside of my chest.


all my tides, the fault lines of my craves and emotions, 

the tenderness of my failures,

and the triumphs of my lucky strength,

those brute and airy compositions of me,

every wound, shame or stall

dissolves when i lean into her ocean of murmurs,

her fluent bed.


candles serenade, and such wooed midnights

celestial, unfathomable, irreligious, the mystery of her,

this fair hypnosis when she 

melts protean into my kisses and

shivers in a rain of pleasures down down 

through the sudden lack of my secrets

whispering curved spells from luscious crescents 

of gentle harmonious lips.


together

on a carpet of hourglasses,

nocturne- or sun-grazed,

deep in veils or astride pinnacles,

through such seasons which sprout or sink,

by days fallen bright or aloft wept, 

rough-clad, winsome or satin,

there is no lack of perch,

for she enfolds me with wings


and i her,

she


who is the sculptress of my muscles,

weaver of my moved veins,

she 


who seduces as art inspires with what 

could have been lost, these broken aspirations of me,

this hurt magic that i am, 

it could have been forgotten, these poems, this tenor,

and yet, alongside her, in each other’s arms we play,

seamless as a theater of senses, alive


as a pulse of actors within scenes of motion,

moment by spell, to climax where storms behold what gleams,

and the sun enshrines what must beam brighter,

revealed by us, together, by her, by me, 

to climb stairs.




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10/27/25 eds feels better

10/24/25 trying ...

10/23/25 lots and lots of mods ... a work of a lifetime that might never be (and yet, even if not, it is)

9/7/24 ... many mods.. 

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