you have the passion
it shines in your eyes
like traces of a comet
flashing through blue night
like a celestial shower
of liquid desire
that burns my open hands
as i grasp at the fragments
that fall from above
you have the passion
it runs through your fingers
electric and trenchant
into my soul
it awakens me from the sleep
of dull silence
arouses me and
forms words that flow
images that glow
carried from here
to there
to here again
through every sunrise
and sunset
it’s all i know
all i remember
all i hope for
all i can think of
you have the passion
it lingers in the rivers of your beauty
deep and wet
and floods me with warmth
when i am cold
and old
it excites and renews
every empty moment
and fuels the
green force that
engenders creation
building life
from seed to
giant oak
creating empires
from broken shovels
sculpting art
from the fog
of confusion
and if i were to die
in this moment
or the next
i would pass gladly
into dust and air
having known what we share
is where
i ended a life of longing
and found love
Well done.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had this ability.
Again, you offhandedly
ReplyDeleteslap sweet memories
back and forth
From open palm to palm
Like pieces of polished pink fruit
And I kneel prostrate
In the hoary grass
With hands upturned
Beneath the blushing shadow
Of a non-fruiting crab-apple tree,
Knees stained green
With envy,
Eyes teary allergic
To the proliferation of
Weeds that spread and
Reach up to suffocate any last
Breath of possibility,
That is,
Until the rime of winter arrives
And allows me to breathe again.
You should record this.
ReplyDeleteI remember your kiss well enough, and the way you rubbed your nose.
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