Volcanoes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Volcanoes

 

Immediate as lava through stone,

Our eyes touch to mutually intoxicate,

Our eyes embrace to willing eradicate

All but our laughter as we throw back our heads

As our bodies shake like volcanoes.

Our faces blush,

With thoughts of the bed.

The blankets as disheveled as our hair

With clothes on the floor,

Sweat on the sheets,

Sweat in the air.

Our eyes caress the room, glance out the window.

Our eyes murmur of exhaustion.

The daylight whispers then sings as we let it in.

Immediate as lava through stone,

Our fingers join,

The spaces between our fingers join.

Our eyes touch our bodies

Like spots of light and spots of shadow,

Spots of light and spots of shadow.

Millennia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Millennia

 

And then and then

And now and now 

And finally, no I mean finally

You have been born 

Into my miles and miles 

Of smiles and sheets and kisses.

And over those godawful stretches 

Of oceans and mountains and cities and lifetimes 

So painfully trite, so frighteningly bright,

A brilliant joy blooms 

of acceptance of that most terrifying of malefactions,

Happiness.

Primarily Medieval, delectably Elizabethan, Judeo-Christian, Islamic, Greco-Roman

Rape and wars and conquest for millennia,

The pathetic struggles of insects

Fade quickly,

Terrified 

Of our naked bodies swimming miles and miles

Into the misty lake of each other's breath.

Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale

The first hint of winter was beautiful,

A small but violent rain storm.

But last night was an escape 

From many things besides the weather 

That closed in on us as we let down our guard,

Falling to sleep in each others arms,

That called our bluff and condensed the room's moisture 

Into a suffocating, wet blanket

Sticky, rot feeling,

That strove with such reminiscent effort to stain our joy,

Coming close but of course failing 

Because of the memories and actual realities of the past three days 

Which leapt into existence so urgently 

That they were almost uncontrollable 

As they crystallized 

Like the amethyst I ogled at the museum we visited,

One of our many excursions as winter descended 

And you stayed yet another night,

Crystallized because everything focused 

In a murky gasp of emerging happiness

In each other's arms, 

In each other's ears,

On each other's lips 

As the rain pounded and slapped against the windows 

Reminding us of the world,

And that our instant was magic.