Dark and frightening
black
Afraid and angry
black
Screaming from the jungle they were trapped in
black
Lived in
black
Loved and hated
black
Hunted from
black
: those poachers and encroachers who practiced the white lie of zoology upon them
Took skins for trophies
Made necklaces of their teeth
Stuffed them for display
And put them on the endangered species list
black
Da plane
Da plane boss, again!
The pain
The pain boss, insane!
A game
A game boss, the shame!
I look in the mirror
and do not see all of me
in my eyes, though
a hint
my wants painted by memory
I trace over you
skipping lines sometimes
having color left over
in each sigh
I know nothing about you
just your form
and the numbers you offer
but there’s a dark spot in your head
a nut with a seamless shell
hard as a rock
your thoughts still protected
for your light I have loved you
but in your busyness I have lost interest
like a bird flown away
you have left me
time reminds me
nothing is for me
simply shared
and fleeting
Desert wind, a blue feather, and a faraway cloud
The hot sun, glaring off a piece of polished brass
And an angelic dance that can only be dreamed
How else could I touch you but with my imagination
A wish gentle enough to be a whisper
But not quite a prayer
It was my seeing you
That filled something within me with wonder
It is always this way
When night came I searched the sheets blindly
Wanting to accidentally find your fingers locked with mine
Suddenly encounter your curvaceous warmth
And feel you breathing with me
Pulling your hair to bring your face to mine
Smearing my lips against yours trying to catch my breath
Studying this brand new you that would be gone in the morning
With the sunrise
So I buried myself in the cool sand of my desire
Like a desert snake disappearing before daybreak
And coiled around the pool of beauty I saw in you
My own drink of water
Poured off your breasts, overflowing your belly button
Falling between your thighs
As instruments of affection
Bodies need no words
I could all but taste the fruit of your garden
And laughed, bathing in the thought of your freedom with me
Atop a blue dune I caught a splinter of sunrise in my morning eyes
And felt you sleeping in the shadow of a dove’s song
My heart lying naked beside you
My soul a berry staining your lips
Contentment whistled a soft melody the wind took for a kite
And sent skyward in search of the last visible star
But evening had retired
Taking with it the delightful sparkle of midnight magic
Saddened and a bit afraid, I turned to you
Already fading into daylight
Already smelling like me
Already a yawn
From the very first moment
When he noticed the pursed lips of her soul about to speak
And give color to the promise of her beauty
He loved her
In the way one breathes in the quiet of sunrise
In awe, he let the world go by
To love her
Noticing every detail available to his imagination
And
As he closed his eyes to dream of her full bloom
She exploded into his heart with the vibrancy of laughter so free
One cries upon hearing it
Overwhelmed with the incredible joy of witnessing such a wonderful thing
And the air they breathed was soft and cool and sweet
But dreams, like all things in life, have their season
With age colors fade
Love, once a newborn flower
Becomes a brown and shriveled thing
And he who once played in heaven
Becomes a devoted laborer
Love, once the sparkle of sun found in dewdrops
Is now defined by those things that can only be tested by difficulty
Still he loved her
Though the work took its toll
He loved her
And when she slept
He no longer remembered the lover of his youth
But the life he now cared for
Like a fragile and precious plant
Loved carefully
The birth of words begins with feelings
And I have found something in you that provokes
A hint of fever whose curiosity feeds its own imagination
And wonders what a fire it could be
Within daydreams colored by your personality
I separate the pigments of my interest
And with fingertips so stained with these affections
Smear them along imaginary lines between us
To see more clearly my intention to connect us
It is in your eyes, too
That longing
Understood to be forbidden
And suffered so wonderfully
Such that if ever there were some calamity of self-restraint
The consequence of compassion might be excused
(A deliberate indulgence disguised in impotence)
For some innocence of friendship
For what in friendship cannot be shared
Especially to alleviate such pain as might come
From suppressing such natural proclivities
As responding to a cry
Or a whimper
So I throw things at you
To satisfy my schizophrenic mind
My need to touch and leave my impression
Without smothering with wandering hands
Hungry fingers
Or the reticulated rhythms of my erotic leanings
Caught up and condemned to beg
For punishment and clemency
For premeditated violations
Thoughts I am addicted to suffer repetitiously
In the wake of every false repentance
The flames of my guilt lick at the root of my heart
A plump knot of urges swelling with excitement
Wild and straining against the leash of better sense
A sheet in love with a strong breeze
Catching my breath
My soul coming
What is this ephemeral scent I am drawn to
Whose intoxicating allure my thoughts would tickle, lingering
Daring some scandalous exposé
Making me stumble for reaching so low
Salivating for some as yet un-befouled liquor
That entices my thirst with its proximity
A pool of slippery water, slightly sweet
Inspiring such a salacious desire
That I can only be ashamed of it by force of will
As I have never had my fill
Is this the chemistry of lust
This appetite for pulling apart soft pink petals
Revealing a succulent, moist rosebud upon which to wet my lips
Blow softly through pursed affection and kiss
Swallowing the taste of my insatiable appetite
For the delicious reward of her spilled delight
Like a wisp of cloud in a warming sky
I evaporated into sunlit air
Invisible to her
Memories drawn from moments become dreams
And dreams
As life goes on
Are soon forgotten
Leaving behind a sparkle of humor
That something had been worth a smile
And the corners of your mouth
Remember
2.
Like a wisp of cloud in a warming sky
I evaporated into nothing
Her eyes closed to me
Memories drawn from moments became dreams
And dreams
As life goes on
Are soon forgotten
Leaving behind a sparkle of humor
That something had been nice
And you had enjoyed it
