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

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

hypnotised

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

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