Handsome on the hill
Beautiful and strong
You will find some peace
It won’t be that long
Hope is not just wishing
Love’s without machinery
Look out on desire
Cultivate the scenery
Handsome on the hill
Beautiful and strong
You will find some peace
It won’t be that long
Hope is not just wishing
Love’s without machinery
Look out on desire
Cultivate the scenery
“Life’s like this,”
He said to her,
“Our heart’s are constant yearning.
We come, we go
We ebb, we flow
Until there’s no
Returning.”
The way the river must move to the sea,
The way the planet must move t’ward the sun,
The way I am to you, or you to me,
As worlds will circle, rivers endless run –
The call of something born before our birth,
Celestial, yet deep within the earth;
As deep within you, I would, I must be —
The loss of anything like liberty –
The waking into madness in a sweat,
The touch that must be consummated soon,
The truth that turns the wise to a buffoon,
The every-paying, never sated debt —
The distance that will ever be too far;
That souls and bodies, souls and bodies are
(“A Sonnet on Desire” – 3-29-2017)
the kiss upon the neck that turns
the nerves inside the body out –
the summertime that burns the skin
and leaves the sweating soul in doubt
for there is folly where there’s love,
and where there’s love, there’s oft remorse –
and mem’ries don’t a pillow make
and rivers fester when you dam
the source
Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Making her restless as the sea;
Flaring into bits of flame and fire,
Burning the edge of her tapestry —
Wind on the beaches, rolling waves,
Voice of a love she’s yet to feel:
Dark is this strange, untamed desire,
Fantasy hopes, more felt
Than real
chemical imbalance brushing
nails done in arylide
yellow on the margins of the
fringe of the outside
wrapped around a coffee cup of
fiji kava kava —
poured into a throat converting
water into lava
steam approaching maximum and
streaming ever higher
yellow on the margins of the
fringe of desire
desire and
affection are
often confused,
one for the other
and so we
chase our shadows,
only to find
we saw what we brought
she is just —
so my desire
to want:
not gratification
but her
and only her
to be happy
What she desires: his
Heart/mind in
Full complicity