Seven Ways to Love from Several Distances

Hundreds of hungry acts to

Lead me to you, my darling

Flavor of sweet desire,

Grooming my mind as I sit,

Floating me off as I stand,

Leaving me without an out –

Letters dying to meet you.

Drifting to and from comfort,

My home or stabilized thoughts,

Pressure by flight, track or waves

In caves, clouds or thunder’s roar,

Your voice, like the wind, follows,

Flows and soothes my raging tone,

Packing my life into you.

Prayerfully dwelling on

My hand dripping with blue ink,

Bleeding out past poisons and

Promising pages for you

To soak up fears in your heart,

Take this to your quiet place

And knock with faith upon faith.

Winter standing over me

In the sightless state of doubt,

I lie helplessly, face down;

Carefully and with kindness

You tweeze out of me the thorn –

Radiance in your smile

Warming my extremities.

Aging, thinning of my pride,

Leaves with every fresh shower –

A shaving of youth, to rot

By bad blood or troubled tooth;

Your touch no less hesitant

Or longing eyes less potent

With patience, abounding love.

I fall apart knowing you

Are the catcher of my eye,

The progression of my song,

The fragrance of my day dream,

The stranger in the orchard,

The rest upon my pillow,

The subject of my poem.

Dryness and darkness linger

As mist blinding the mountains,

Laying, praying, pondering

Life, afterlife and the tomb;

Night comes soon, I barely see

How you tuck me in and sigh,

Tear in your eye shed for me.

Draw Deeply from the Wound

A stranger passing with slide of hand

Lingers upon my eyes stealing my heart

Yet somehow I miss nothing

But the touch of my plunderer’s palm

I reminisce in the twilight of the terrace

The memory of my confidence

Slips below these thoughts of romance

Like a tragedy leaving numbness and fatigue

Sleep knocks and is turned away

The mind so unkind works through the night

To breathe and think

And think to sleep

Become her world

Stars upon my pillow

I float off

Whisper to myself of love

Dream of her touch

And with a motion of her eyes

I am tossed to the sea

Pleasantly

When We Touched the Mountain, There Was No Betrayal, No Soil, No Funeral

You were struck by lightning
And we saw through you.
You said you heard bells
And saw fire tying you to heaven.

Tears and ash smeared across
Your perplexed expression--
Light grey eyes looking back
Somewhere to escape.

The cypress creeked in the wind
As we climbed down the lime green cloud
With our hands lifted to the sky,
Hazel smoke on a sea of green.

The cactus and stones stretch,
Infinitely unthreatened,
And I cannot outlive their might.