The Everything in the Everyday
three blue candles in a row
where she knew she shouldn’t go
in a room of closed desire
smoke now circles ever higher
lying thoughtlessly has crept
promises have not been kept
but she does not care somehow
in the feeling she has now
for the burning justifies
broken vows and sequent lies
as she bobs her pliant head
three blue candles by the bed
he’s got a rather bad case of towel envy;
she thinks that maybe she might know the cure —
the operation’s quick, and almost painless,
so soon, she’ll lose the towel just to
be sure
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)
To breathe you in, and follow every curve
Of you; to take the time that is required
To know each space, and what then best can serve
For all you dreamed of, hoped for, or desired –
To focus on you, into you, in joining;
The rain, a steady noise upon our ears –
No more half-seeing, missing, disappointing —
Together finding asterisk frontiers –
For all that interrupt’s in off position;
No sound except the beating of the rain,
And those we make, those of our own volition –
This time, our own, and this space our domain.
And then to wake, with sun’s first morning beam,
To find you gone, and know ’twas just a dream.
she walks out with her hair still wet,
a look beyond depictions —
the maelstrom of a dream turned loose
with nothing like
restrictions
[I had completely forgotten this poem and the event it refers to. At the time, I would not have thought that possible, so hard did it hit me. – Owen]
One night, you gave yourself to me
the next night you had gone away
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
I still remember how it felt
to be right next inside of you
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
The wine the bath the touch the kiss
the hours spent in all of this –
The feel of you the sound of you
the taste of your intention
One night I do not understand
I still I do not understand
The wine I do not understand
I do not understand
Any kind of way you want
Any sort of thing you need
Take me where you want to go
Sate the hunger you must feed
Narratives and tongues of fire
Shadows dance and morning breaks
Any kind of way you want
And as often as
It takes
