The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

‘Freedom’ by Lawrence Durrell

O freedom which to every man entire
Presents imagined longings to his fire,
To swans the water, bees the honey-cell,
To bats the dark, to lovers loving well,
Only to the wise may you
Restricting and confining be,
All who half-delivered from themselves
Suffer your conspiracy,
Freedom, Freedom, prison of the free.

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short love poem

you are the one
whose kisses
I imagine to be like
rose petals…
dream a dream
of me in your arms
and you will hear me breathing

written: April 15, 2011

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‘Stopping The Hours’ Paul Eluard

Big words spoken softly
Strong sun the shutters closed.
A great ship moving with the current
It’s sails sharing the wind

Mouth well made to hide
Another mouth and the pledge
To speak only with two voices
Of the secret that streaks the
night

The single dream of the innocent
A single murmur a single morning
And the seasons together
Coloring with snow and fire

A multitude at last united.

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Childhood Crush

I loved
and I thought
he was a man
but he was a boy
… not strong enough for my deep feelings
… not yet mature enough to simply hold my heart in his hands
he had to drop it and laugh
in my face, while he ignored
my tears…

written: March 28, 2011

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(Eros, still a babe…) Meleagros

Eros, still a babe
in his mother’s lap,
played at dice one morning
and tossed away my soul.

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A Connection

you are the background in all of my photos
you are the margin of the paper that I write on
you are the aroma of strong coffee in the morning
you are the very last sip of red, red wine
straight from the bottle and pass my lips
you are everything and anything
with meaning
To me you are strange
and also, a stranger
falling for you, is danger
but…

written: March 28, 2011

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A Trial of Love

Because you felt you had to
and after I told you
that I was in love with you
you ate my favorite Shakespeare sonnet

You adored the long gold
chain that hangs around my neck
and drapes across my chest
and when we dance
so very close, you claim that the
metal is so cold against your skin…

“I like your color
I like your eyes
I admire your wit
I admire your mind
I want to know you
I want to be with you”

“You’re green
in the morning and red
in the night
Your eyes see me naked
Your eyes are the truth
Your intelligence is tricky
all of the knowledge is on the other side of the blank sheet of paper
My desire to lay beside you
one Saturday afternoon eats away at my skin
My desire to swim around in your mind is a dream that never ends
I’m falling rapidly down a dark hall; but, do not wake me up…”

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(I saw you last night…) Rumi

I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly in my
arms,

so I put lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.

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(You ask my thoughts…) Izumi Shikibu

You ask my thoughts
through the long night?
I spent it listening
to the heavy rain
beating against the windows.

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Afterlife

It’s just about seven o’ clock,
but I can sum up the day for you
I will…
Today, should not have happened…
Today, was just another nightmare…
Today, is looking at shiny black broken bits on the floor, after breaking a glass bangle…
destroyed, never to be worn again, but if you can afford it, you can buy another…

It’s just about Spring
can you hear the grass growing?
can’t you see the squirrels playing?
I can hear the grass growing
I can see the squirrels playing, but I’m waiting
Spring, they say, is a type of renewal, or rebirth…
Spring, they say, is Winter’s beauty exposed by May sunlight…
Spring, I’ve heard, is like a hug from Mother Earth…
a tender kiss, a soft caress but yet the trees are still bare…

It’s about the time, to die
leaving this planet, to the sound of Gabriel’s horn if your lucky
Life, was a bit like a personal hell
Life, was just one LOOONG day
Life, never really happened at all
your body returns to dust, your sins no longer hold you hostage, your soul is free…
free to fly, to breathe you into a wonderful new existence, that is, the Afterlife…

written: March 12, 2011

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