What Follows, Leads
At your feet your soul pants for breath,
The view groans in fog but the silence is given heart.
Nothing is doleful, nothing is betrayed,
As the muzzle stows away between the palm of your hands.
A landscape fades away like the sound of distant bells;
Be it Peru or Jupiter, you are to him the only sentience.
That smile follows you like a love that asks for nothing;
The tail is a compass and it wags wherever you step.
And it won’t stop: even as the slums rise like a black dawn
Or as the homeless man emerges from his cocoon still a wingless insect.
No melancholy is allowed on that lupine face that knows no entropy,
Neither is self-stabbing compassion – only unbound love (and hunger).
Voyages Like Constellations
Let loose, let the chains slip, let the boats drift, O love O Beauty!
The first time I laid eyes on you I dipped my hand into the constellations
And robbed it of its swansong; the loving, crimson flames of dying stars.
I breathed its lusts into you and cursed you with its wanderlust.
We travel into athletic reality somehow ethereal, everything we see,
All the cities, their veins, the wildernesses and their shadows:
We see them, just as they see us, through a haze of love.
And let no man, or star, or howling wolf ever deny
That this is the greatest happiness of all
Perfect, written long ago in the
Constellations of our veins:
This travelling in love.
A Bee Stings A Baby
A bee stings a baby and then dies from the pain.
The baby cries in pain not knowing what death is.
So my friends appear to me
As I rest my head beyond loneliness.
I sting them and something in me dies,
They recoil and don’t know it.
There are more trains in this distant station
Than there are caffeinated eyes.
And for every train we have an opinion.
We are like the rebellious hands of clocks
Breaking off the eternal circuit.
Then a train shunts close to us,
Its boom regurgitates in our retinas
Our conjoined pasts and the memories
That light and afloat glisten within.
As the baby stops crying when embraced
And the bee lifeless adorns the white petal,
So we climb aboard the train
Feeling assuaged and breezily assured:
Later, soon, inevitably
We will have fun together
And all stings will fade into the mountain air
And only friendship will remain.
Because This New City Is Ours
The city sleeps like a whale
In the cradle of the horizon like a still ocean.
Love crawls over my hand.
The night lights come on like a storm,
And the transition is made at last into the nocturne.
Love crawls over my hand.
The twilight is full of silence yet still
Love goes ‘shh’ into my ears.
Never before had I known her this way,
Like a nun veiled in routine she appeared to me.
She was beauteous but distant even when near
But now that we travel in distant climes;
My God is it me or the rest of the world!
I call to the city and you answer.
I make a wish and you intercede.
I crave the night and you slip into twilight.
What are we trapped by?
No, is it because we want each other
Or because this new city is ours,
Perfect, we watch it like parents
Watching their sleeping infant…
Like parents, by happenstance, and we love because of this.