Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Deeper Conversation

in the bed of our secret lake
give the sky new heat
heat of our bodies and feelings
sex as a poem
poem as bilingual love


the rites of emergence
replete with crowns of loss
from the dead winter
our salvaged dreams are carried

a hare with promise
springs from this confinement
an ancient image of moon and hare
a knotted knowledge of wise women

she stands upon a curve
a proclamation with outstreched stars

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Moon Kiss

  art work by Reda Khalil

The waters glistened, rippling their messages, calling to the moon above with yearnings of desire. The moon in all her beauty stroked their surface, iridescent fingers smoothed and caressed, the water undulated underneath

you are that moon and my being is rising up to kiss your beauty

this is what she said to the night, waking with a snake uncoiled descending with jaws open out of her being

and the night said desire

and we were moon led, seduced by the opal spell, our blood charged with the current of each other

you kissed me

and we danced


a ripe flower, a fruit, a moon fruit, a taste, a wish, a kiss, a night sky song

the sky of me opening into your blue

where is the next kiss? I said

upon St Catherine's, we are dancing under the moon you replied

I want an orchestra, jazz, with saxophone and we agreed and I would wear a red velvet dress and you your blue shirt

For our third kiss let's kiss underwater I said In a magical pool. Our breath never ending

Just as the soul does not end

and a rightful journey will always begin, no matter, no matter

Friday, April 19, 2013

An UnOrdinary Belief

What if I wrote the truth
wrote it all down upon the page
held my heart for you to see
let you read its tears and joys

would you bring me one feather?

what if my soul was a china cup
already chipped through the ages
yet still a treasure with all its cracks
filled in my dreams with gold

could you believe in my flight?

I saw you
walk on water
perform miracles
rise from the dead

just an ordinary man they said was my father
just an ordinary father they said lived elsewhere

this is another poem

what if I didn't delete a word
and put all my mistakes
out to dry

but these edits are too tempting
as we redraft our lives

and love is a miracle in an ordinary world

The Lover

The painters came here to deliver a message from God
No, they did not
these deserts are a kiss from a lover who will not leave
who vowed his heart to the scarab's magic and the wind's caress

In this starlit space
we see each other
not just you and I but all our selves, yearning explosions of life
I dance on the cosmic ground and hold all I know of you

The curve of beauty is everywhere
golden seams and quartz melodies
there is no perfect there is no one and same
Somehow I am still alive in this madness, singing

and in the question came the answer
and in the journey came the home
and in the paradox came the embrace