Eternal
Like Elizabeth Bennett,
I walked at dawn,
but out of the mist
you were not revealed,
and the breaking sun did
not make our meeting lips
glint. Once, this romantic fool
kissed your lips as they
kissed mine,
and fools we remained,
soothed by the
never touching
of love’s ending.
No logos
No reason is
Love bounced
From the beat
Of primal hearts.
Love
Know my love is not
Contingent which is why it
Is called love and
Not something
Other in my
Existence as a
Pushover – the only
Position worthy
Of such a sublime
Expression.
Darling
Sunshine welcomes
Us into its beam
And lets us dance
A rainbow on
Its sacred pool of
Love as it bleeds darkly
Through all eternity.
Ode to Bob D.
my daily mind
and nightly wonder
as I dream
a dream of you
all surprise
imagined lives
a strange demise
of crimson tide
what shall I do?
how can it be?
that all is one
and won not me.
Onomatopoeia
Love
Sounds like
Love.
Sensation
The world is
Alive on the
Tune of a fork
Strum of guitar
Bead on a prayer
Kiss on the lips
Touch of a heart
Nod of a head
Wink of the dharma
Purr of a cat
Song of a bird
Shake of a tree
Grin of the devil
Sense of you.
Own not
Do not mistake
My kiss for
A padlock.
Confluence
Love is
A no thing
Palpable.
Mystery
And love speaks
without rhythm or rhyme
perfectly displaced
between us.
Ageing
In my rush
To arrive I
Come to the
Truth late and
Still love is
Never anything because
It is an immanent
No-thing and
That is the
Only learning
Worthy of a
Life.
Knowing Fool
I know your
Ageing frown.
I know your
Bad breath.
I know your
Itching feet.
I know your
Angry disdain.
I know your
Fragile cowardice.
I know your
Loving smile.
I know your
Splitting heart.
I know your
Indifferent logos.
I know your
Cutting tongue.
I know your
Searching eyes.
I know your
Holding arms.
I know your
Steadfast devotion.
I know your
Tender vulnerability.
I know I am foolish and
It is the only way
I know Love.
Life
The world as
Object sets me
As a singularity
Against its scene,
Defining my shape
As vapour and
My laughter as
Sound without
Vision, my touch
Without hand
And all my love
As blood pumping
Through your veins.
Building a mystery
I don’t buy
Into the projected
Mystery,
Only our moment
By moment revelation,
Which is magnificently
So much
More and yet
Nothing at all.
Insomnia
I can revel
In you until
I am safe
Then I will have
To leave for fear
Of too long
A sleep unless
You can stay
Awake with me.
Lucky Love
She held on tight,
Backed up harsh
Against the bark
Aswell as laid back
Heavily into the grassy bed
All under the vast
Sunshine glare – love lingered
Amidst aroma of
Salt and soil
Wet and dense
Rough and awake,
Until the flaming globe
Beat down and willed
Scorched skin to sleep in
Never to be repeated,
But eternally remembered
Moments of a lucky
Life, infused with
Love.
Pure
We kindled and
Momentarily lit
A fire
That never
Roared but incessantly
Smouldered to sustain
The red-hot ash
Of love original
And unfettered.
Delicate
Love
Head to toe
Breathing in
Bleeding out
Wretched hearts
Hearts of wretch
The double bind
Of a glorious whole.
Life’s potion
We ebb and flow
Free to sail to
And fro from heart to
Heart in a breath
Beat in and out
Returning to a
No home where the
Free heart
Resides in an
Elixir of longing.
Master-chef
The mistress
The muse
Amuse-bouche.
A Plea
Write me something
worthwhile
to pierce my heart
with agony and love
so that your absence is present.
Always You
It is not so much
that I get a sense of myself
when, or if I do,
so much as I get a sense
of not you,
my dearest.
Beyond the fleeting,
if not mistaken
merge and union,
please accommodate
your not
in order to ensure our
viable living.
That’s really
all there is to
our unavoidable separateness.
Always you,
everlastingly me.
A Vicious Cycle
NEW,
in a moment
KNOWN,
in a flash
LOVED,
in the moonlight
LIVED,
in the sunshine
DRANK,
from the raindrops
SLEPT,
amidst the demons
DIED,
in his sigh
NEW,
in a moment.
Affluent
Nothing to offer
in abundance
is my gift to you.
Artifice
Not a leaf left
on the immature tree
outside my window today.
Rain dancing a pirouette
on the sill
as I lay
half covered and disillusioned.
Roaring in the comedy
of our absurd sensuality
filled with a truth of love momentarily
visceral and phantasmic.
Heart of the Matter
The heart yearns
that’s its job –
an organic vitality of truth
in exquisite and ugly form
without mediation is the truth of things.
In each breath beating its truth
and having its truth beaten
a push and pull
birth and death
yearns the very heart
of our human animality.
Ineffable
Love fervently present
is untouchable
and kisses me softly.
Joy
I am here
you are there
which is no different.
Love
Slow said the vulnerable tortoise
from a homely cumbersome protective shell.
Soon enough said the guru
ailing from adoring fans.
Sigh enough said the lover
breathing in decay.
Life enough said death
in absentia.
Mirage
Seated along the river bank
Wolfreys’ Derrida incomplete
I watch your strokes softly cut through
the seamless ripples
as water babes do
when at home with gnats and newts
and electric dragon flies.
No lack in this August day Oasis.
Non-synthetic
Rapture
in aching decay
is love
of the most glorious
kind.
Hara Bowl
Love,
that rests in me
resides in a bowl of tears
located somewhere deep in my belly –
my still point –
when touched
ripple upwards
and flow from my eyes
so revealing my Love.
Sangha
I am here
That is enough.
You are here too
That is more than enough.
When we are all here –
My God!
Love.
Friend
My friend
Your tears
Squeeze my heart
And roll down my cheeks.
Drunk
I drink your words,
luscious liquid lyric and song;
polemic poetic passion seeping,
oozing out
on to my tongue;
I taste I slurp I swish
I swallow;
And spit life back
into the air.
Full again
Empty
until your entry
filling up, full.
Jigsaw completed
just that piece
the piece you had
all along in your pocket
and in that moment
picture painted.
Drinking in
spilling out
withdrawal
Empty.
Homely dwelling
In that blissful moment of entry
no matter which door you use,
I see light all around
and sense death in the air
I want nowhere else to go
as in that moment I am darkly home.
Slam the door, hard.
Turn the key and twist.
Lock the door,
do not withdraw
and leave me homeless
or I shall survive and be dead once more.
Hunger
What pleasures revealed
as I read through your eyes and ears.
Awake my heart beating more than the night before
with a pulse racing rapid and rabid for more
of you.
Illusive belonging
Everything is waiting for me
said David so eloquently.
And I see
And I see
so clearly and free
no sense of me as I sit here
dreaming, beaming, eyes streaming,
there is no house of belonging for me.
I want a house of belonging
built of your arms,
your eyes, your lips, your words.
Be my house as
I surrender to yours,
in all illusion.
Secret surrender
Nail me to the cross
not because I am worthy
but because I am not.
A secret something nothing
A chance meeting of luck
An honest dark decaying fuck
Spurt into me a moment of knowing
when life itself is all a glowing
slowing mock as
I love you.
Lying cups
Lie to me
and say that you will come,
say that you will stay
forever and a day
in my arms
while all the world about us
turns and yearns.
Just one more lie for the
simple cup of tenderness
that we drink from.
Sun
The sun it beckons
precisely at the moment
I notice it isn’t there.
Precisely at that moment
I am wanting.
Who is this I that wants?
That basks in the shadows.
Who is she that dances
Salaciously prances
in the darkness:
her home
that you spark?
Surrender is no Sacrifice
I know instability is the truth
Give me stability.
I know staying is impossible
Please stay.
I know loving is not an option
Love me, love me.
Our existence in negation
and perfect symmetry
meeting at the centre
is illusion of perfect unity
whereby surrender is no sacrifice.
