Largo
My life is slow music now
but it was not always.
It has been a flame
shot from the mouth
of a dragon
Hidden in the caves
of my inner being.
The music was different then
It was loud and fast
changing by the second.
I howled like a wolf
to the moon.
My life consumed
in the breath of the fury.
I fought in a crazy
civil war within myself.
I was at arms with the dragon.
When blood dripped
from our wounds
seeds were planted.
Flowers of different colors burgeoned
when the sun burned away the clouds.
Because the sun
wanted to love
and so did the flowers.
I stopped fighting with the dragon
He crawled into his cave
and fire no longer burst out.
There have been no more rumblings.
Now I listen to slow music
within my soul.
I taste the pollen of flowers
called contentment.
I am thankful for that.
From Pianissimo
DIMPLES
I wake early on a Summer morning.
Sidle out of bed, start the morning coffee
Smoke the morning cigarette.
Thumb through some poems
I have no words for.
I look at a vase
with three yellow tulips
I remember watching
as you took them gently
from our garden.
I rise up slowly
walk back toward our bedroom
You are lying on our bed naked
uncovered and beautiful.
The two dimples
in the small of your back
induce me to stand over you.
I bend over and kiss each one
gently to wake you
to sensation
of my desire
to make love to you
Like I always do
FLAME
I hold your hot body
next to mine.
Beads of lust streaming
off our skin.
Sliding into the heaven
of ecstasy
I taste you,
feel all of you
I lose myself
in this dance
of making love.
COMING HOME EARLY IN THE MORNING
I have driven all night with the vision of you in my head.
Stop the car at the bottom of the road and get out.
The morning birds are busy in the cold autumn air.
A jackrabbit dodges and darts through the sage.
I walk up our driveway the last quarter mile
so you will not hear me coming
I want to see the form of your body deep in dreams.
I sneak into the house pet the guard dog that does not bark.
I open the door slowly
and there you are.
Your big round eyes closed.
The nipples of your breast
rising and falling
like buoys on a gentle sea.
One leg covered by a blanket.
The other long and brown.
I walk slowly to your still body
The hardest decision of the morning is here.
with its flowery question.
Where do I put the first soft tingle of my lips?
BLUE BERRIES
I gaze at the color of your mouth.
The shape of your lips.
For some reason
I think of blue berries
on the vine
Exploding dulcetly within me.
Their flavor
a taste of heaven.
From out of no where
I kiss you.
You look at me and smile
with inquisitive eyes.
I smile back
and reply
‘Just because.’
POOL
For no reason at all
I fall upon you.
The stone of my desire
absorbed deep within.
We become clay and sculptors
at the same time.
Our art as ancient as Eden
Our skill innate.
I tumble in this waterfall
Fall into your open arms.
I do not worry as I descend
You are deep enough to hold me.
I lose myself in your pool
every time we make love.
CHANSON
I gaze across a vineyard of ripe grapes
Dew glistened in their blue clusters.
It is more beautiful then the tune
I listen to on the radio.
Something about the love of a man for a woman.
But these grapes in all their grandeur
in all their magnanimous shine
Even combined with this song
crooning from the stereo.
cannot compare to your beauty in the sunrise.
FROM DUNES
I WATCH YOU
I watch you
as you undress
Notice the smoothness
of your body.
The pert plumpness
of your breasts.
Perfectly shaped pears
that I would love to eat,
but can only taste.
I could still lose myself in you
after all these years.
Across the expanse of your body
I come upon an oasis
over and over again.
created with each kiss.
Your body sculpted
by the gods and given to me.
How could I not believe
in something greater than myself.?
THE BLESSING
I listen to the orchestra
of your body playing for me
on our dim lit bed
How could I be so blessed?
I am the conductor
In this symphony
of your body.
ANCHOR
I lose myself
when I make love to you.
Become like a ship
floating in the rhythm
of your ocean.
In your deep blue
I scuttle myself.
Sink into you
without hesitation.
As my bow tilts skyward
and I slide
into your secret currents.
I proudly go down
with this ship.
THE MORNING AFTER WE MADE LOVE
The morning after we made love
I drove out into the forest.
The aroma of your body
was on my skin.
Under a pile of brush I found a shrew
and picked it up cradling it in my hands.
I could feel its tiny heart beating
Rapidly a thousand beats,
then suddenly it died.
I held you
the same way
until you were still
in the excitement
of the ecstasy.
I felt your heart explode
your eyes open
looking into mine.
I watched you a while
placed a kiss on your cheek
and let you sleep.
Somehow
The death
of this tiny creature
brought me back
to that moment.
Perhaps a reminder
of how fragile love truly is.
AT THIS JUNCTION
Here at this junction of memory I tumble
into the songs that we listened to deep in the night.
I remember the wine and smiles.
Fingers gliding along wet lips.
The sensation of tongue on my skin
Here I tumble into a time I was lost
and did not care.
When there was no right or wrong.
Just dreams meant to be persued
and shared under the night stars.
As long as your voice was next to me
the whole world could explode
and I would still smile.
Here I tumble
into the hopes of happiness,
into the depths of a love.
All too good to be true
because it was.
Here I am crushed
when the news came.
They called it cancer.
You gave back the ring
that I gave you.
You did it out of love
I held it tight in my hand.
Squeezed out tears
from my palm.
Looked up to God and asked why.
I returned the ring
at your funeral.
Here I tumbled
into the vision of what was
and will never be.
Anne, you know I will never stop loving you
Here I lose myself in memories.
Dance in the pollen of yesterday.
Sharing new love steady and true.
I know you smile down upon me,.
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