Bodies of love !!

I caress the darkness
of innocent forms .
I touch nothing .
Where the sniffle ?where the moxie ?
where the evanescing, dubious doxy?
So few are given us to love,
ah! so few, gods above.
And this the way we all survive,
touching the scabs of ancient wars ,
defaulting to the oldest scars .
Why is fate written in the body
and never , never in the stars ?

Ascent

My road ;
that dappled,darkling, winding stair,
a spiral out of cloistered growing,
upward to a tortured knowing.
There, around a corner unlit,
 hidden lurked some unlived days,
nostalgic shadows from the past,
yielding hsiens to devils cast.
A flight below the body's awning,
under the windowed ,tattered soul,
she whispered thru' a-veiling twill,
"let consequences spill how they will ".
And, panting I , a boy in love,
strung where the bee-mouth sips,
of tremulous hands and lucky lips,
tripped on doorsill of a dream,
clutched the hem of innocent charms,
and breathless folded in her arms.

Deep-sea Blues !

Were you fain,my love
to weigh pennies of truth
`gainst wages of blight,
a sifting sieve,
for honest darkness,
for sinful light ?

Flowing Savannah !
river of my longing heart,
row me along thy shorelines,
sputtering, half-drowning,
`mong fluming eddies of desires,
in urgent,lapping ,icy fires.

Suck me under,Whirlpool !
draw me unto thy silence--
thy tears my prayer--
and my elusive mermaid be,
string tied and fancy-free.

Amour-soft gossamer ,
my transporting metaphor,
melting ,soft-yielding,
coalesce,then just be,
my ambrosial flow
and, my final word :Thou !

Blushful Spring

Will you, my love ,
for just this once,
with my lillies blow,
flush pink in my roses,
rub memory's petals,
and, bashful ,glow ?
In that heart-warmed clover,
that darkling meadow,
where I died for love
under the dark cuppola
 of your mystic shadow,
will you, my love,
diaphanous wings a-sway
alight....and soft kiss
life's autumn away ?
Then gentle,unbenownst like,
un-nail my cross,
make whole the ruined,
and brooding find
the absent cosmos ?

Won't you, my love ..???

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Just This Once....

When pleasure is not
a pattern ,nor
a Paradigm shift
from gloss,and , your loss,
methink you slurp with felinity,
sup with masculinity
and soft ,do purr,
blazing eyes a-blur
in anguished divinity.
Then ,for just a while,
I fondly smile,
polite to myself,
deceiving elf........

Contours of Time

Years. Again I stand
here, `neath my Jasmine bush,
a witness mute,
to a throbbing `then'
a still-born `now',
those falling petals,
ruined and marvelous,
all at once.
I reach across
the in-between,and,
soft trace a shape,
an angular face,
a tenuous belief
made real.
A double take, and she,
the inside-shake
of my ruined heart,
raises half an eyelid,
beams and ,breaks
into spots and dust.
Infinity.

The Third Coming

You miss someone
in lands where once
spontaneity had a memory,
an echo of sameness,
a dark, delicious giving in .
It's an odd missing...for,
beyond all eternities,
you finally know
the meaning of forever .
And you miss someone,
 feel the welling, the stab,
in ocean eyes of loss,
your bit of grit, the only
pearl in your oyster.
It's an odd missing ,coz'
beyond all tears ,
smiling thru' mists ,you know
the meaning of now.
Between now and forever
pants the nomad ,
my wandering Oisin,
the climactic moment......