Poetri

How can I do this when
The world is such a terrible place
Enjoy a bit of selfishness
While babies are being murdered

And if I die before I wake
What will it matter anyway
If I rob my needs
To satisfy my wants

Shall my love of life
Mean sacrificing mine
That others might enjoy
What I refuse

But I cannot refuse
For it is written that it is not good for man to
Be alone
And I am beset with desire
The exaggeration of some neglect

I am weary
My body heavy with the law of rest
But she is shameless
The sweet scent of insistence

How can I do this…
Sink back into this plush comfort
Letting my mind spread and dissipate like the thick smoke of incense
Breathe in this sinful state of relaxation
Enjoy her snaking arms
Her hypnotic dance

Her lips are succulent fruit
Her eyes – sparkling gems captivating my imagination
I am a king and she – my slave girl
In truth, I am the slave
Captivated by her sensuous movements

The closer she comes
Stalking me, a confident lioness
The more the fire rises through me
My heart swelling with excitement
I need her breath

The slightest caress of her fingernails
Cracks open everything within me
The tendrils of my aching shoot forth
Escaped convicts in a lawless land
The tiger follows
And I am that beast

Our sweat is a perfumed oil
The silk beneath us drenched with our burning
My mind is on fire with a ravenous appetite for her
Satisfaction comes violently
A patient, searing joy

My heart beat fills my ears
Hers pulses along her throat
Behind her fierce eyes
The blood of our passion is a decadent candy

We tear into each other like wild creatures
Stabbing each other with angry love
Sucking vileness off each other
Swallowing the poison for our eyes to see
Beauty cleaned with the rake of lust

Earth trembles
The fireplace crackles
We are both ready to die
In this blinding exhaustion

How can I do this
Falling below my senses
Into the grave of unconsciousness
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Solitude seduces the senses
If I were alone, I would have loved myself
But in having, I wanted to know what I had
And when it wasn’t there
When my expectation failed me
I felt betrayed and abandoned
Left to wonder what was real
And what imagined

The wine was bittersweet
And the patient fire glowing in my face
Was the most elegant flame I had ever seen
Adoring me with its subtle flattery
Never doubting my beauty

I fondled my own earlobe
Ignoring every hurtful imagining
And offered the forgiveness she would never know
The tender smile she should have seen
A moment just before the emptiness stabbed me

I would have thrown my watch away
But time had invited itself to my table
Staring at me emphatically
Without conscience
Biding itself with my inevitable wound

And though annoyance often let in jealousy and frustration
I focused on my believing in us
Until your persistent absence
Made me wonder if we
Ever existed

I picked up my coat and looked at what was supposed to be your chair
Balled up the knot hanging from my heart
And left it in my empty glass

The candle had stopped watching me hours ago

They are glitter in the wind
Their voices – a shower of leaves blown over open fields
Caressing the sprawl of life with
Vulnerable dreams and shameless expectations
Butterflies mad with beauty, running toward sea and sun
Unafraid to be free – balloons drifting away
Kites escaped, forgetting holding hands
Dreamers of smiles, laughter
And heaven

Their small, quiet yawns
An innocent song of life lived
Nothing saved – happily exhausted
Babes asleep in moon cradles
Warmed by the woolen clouds of worn out intentions
And evening’s cooing whispers

The light always raising their view
Even in the darkness they hold onto the sky
The promise assumed in the fact of their being
Possibility simply a patience waiting to welcome them
Small hands soft with love
Bright eyes knowing everything beyond their sight

A face full of sun
Eyelids closed in the warmth of contentment
Swinging back and forth into the air
Pushed by the arms and legs God gave them

Naked in the daylight
Hands and feet soiled with curiosity and adventure
Palms and soles medaled with indentations from climbing trees
Mouth, chin and chest stained with busted berry juice
Teeth white with happiness
And eyes innocent enough to make you believe

Make you believe in Good

Forgiving the cold of the world
Sure of the coming of spring
Always hoping in love
Safe, sweet sighs leaving their mouths open
Against the bosom of the earth

Curious adventurers
Peeking around grown up corners
To discover what is more important than playing
A mystery they will learn in time
Making them forget their wonder for life

Tiny feet in the middle of the square
Crying like the lost
For the lost
In us all

my spirit stood there
in the breath of life
eyes closed
inhaling the wind

shed its billowing cloak
let it fall and blow away behind it
and rushed, naked, out to the horizon
racing the swift air over the dunes
like music at the end of a movie

freedom laughed at death
who looked upon her with the eyes of a lover
pitying the love that has lost her mind -
the innocence of a forgetful child
oblivious to the fate which awaits her

and the sunset howls in the voices of old men
who sing by the crackling fire
even as angels hang stars in the sky
and the sand softens, cool with evening

losses are easily covered by the earth
but the dream is still remembered

the cord plucked
leaves behind a tone
a water drop whose ripples are a melody
and the melody haunts the desert forever

They should be ashamed
under the entire sky, hiding nothing
not even their empty bowls

children in need of a savior
who would teach them to believe in what they haven’t got
and want it enough to trade my version of hell
for theirs

theirs
are infant eyes
pleading quietly against the stunning beauty of their nakedness
I am ashamed, looking at them
for wanting to be like them

… free, under God.

Nearly there, we fell to breathe
And the world ran away from us
Like a bunch of thieves leaving
Us in the middle of nowhere

Beneath the collapse of our hearts
Our determination buckled
We used the rubble to brick ourselves in
Eyes paranoid with a false sense
Of accomplishment

When they finally found us
We were spoiled with fear
Our disgusting ripeness
Unbearable

Every moment of silence
Remembers us

We get caught up easily
Losing our integrity in subtle ways
Making excuses for our denial
Slowly dying of an open mind

Ignorance becomes our innocence
And knowing – the sin of our conscience
Our consciousness traded for an ideology
Of optimism in the face of jeopardy

And in the end, lovers martyr themselves
Suffering the bliss of others
Because they knew not
What they did