withdrawn in a dizzying foray of love
spent, yet compelled to soon follow
a field sown of sweat
born of friction
of touching two together
escaping through limitless air
a visceral expanse of our desire
that every well on the planet cannot quench
it is the time after the kill
my hand in yours, current like eels
passing between us to and fro
waves that applaud the moonlit beach
reach a crescendo
as the canopy of stars wink
asynchronous approval
each successive kiss opening
new worlds to explore blindly
a promethean thrust reaching onward and upwards
it is the time after
that has no name, yet has smell and taste
and sight and sound
in the night of your skin
you lie in the sand full of thunder
and promise--the stars a halo amongst your hair--
billions silicate particles
clinging in constellations to us
as two half-opened fists
against the dark canvas of my desire
when I lie next to you, barely breathing
contemplating a known world
you act as an angel sent down to
devour me and save me from the infinite
that surrounds us...
if, as scientists insist, the universe
started with a bang
then love has certainly created
millions of other universes
where we lord as gods
over the worlds that we create
kiss me, i may ignite
and explode, hurtled i twice the speed of light
into your arms, and together toward other worlds
where we kiss and explode in parallel infinity
after each and every feast has been thoroughly consumed.
while brash sapphire lust burns--
twisted amongst the heated penumbra
of your veldt-grass sighs--
my soul will
come
into
you;
(with such holy subterfuge!)
...and my words will seem to listen instead of speak
surely a thousand like you
must exist; but dwelling within the soul
of the one you i
have come to know
is a red-light lamentation
flashing intermittently
i believe only i can hear
speak; to me, my love
or at least (like Mark Anthony)
lend me your ear
for with the lemming onslaught
of each crimson-like dawn
we do not awake--
consumed in an advanced state of osmosis--
justified in each others arms
is another day (u + i)
have already lost away
to the sirocco aneurysm of love
forever©
i have eight amber-glowing arms
that yearn to burn you,
and not one is cool enough to push you away...
1.
you look in, catch your reflection
--a bird looking down upon a fluid field of sea--
the window a mirror to you
to me
it is a glass eye
i sit, steaming latte in front of me
watching your essence
i smell the Arabian-bid mist
cinnamon, as you preen
an instant that glitters like diamonds
each Moorish hair you accommodate
a cat licking its fur
strand by strand
while your intent gaze
cleaves mine
a final flip of your hair
and you move uptown
See! from that part of town
the city is hollow …
i must send you a postcard.
2.
you look in, arch your neck
around the corner
a sentry in an occupied camp
and see who is home
stealthily
a hunter approaching deer
i sit, an old ottoman in the corner
watching your shadow
hearing your silence
your sweat wafts, the dew of fresh-cut hyacinths
a scent that could build a thousand temples
your shape is two-dimensional
in the dark
but i perceive a third dimension
in the salt lick of my mind
exhaling a perceivable sigh
you leave going down the stairs
Look! they are very steep
i am not sure where they lead
i must send you a map.
3.
you look in, you have forgotten
something
a general surveying a battlefield
quietly you reconnoiter around
debris of love, strewn asunder
landmines invisible in the
gray morning's fractured light
i lie, between the sheets
handcuffed by lust
you commandeered scant hours ago
feeling your warm presence
infra-red, i the room
a bullet jacket just after being fired
everything in universe
draws towards you
planets and stars
and galaxies swallowed
like fish down
the slimy black hole of a pelican's gullet
you clear your throat
as if to say something
then door tumbler clicks shut
and you accelerate--towards supernova
Wait! hearts and thoughts fade
then turn their backs on what others
bow to...
i must send you a key.
