You Brought me a Smile of Clarity


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It seem when you come in thought
I welcome you in
Like a mouth of nectar
Like a spiritual distance
Getting closer
Like a forgotten melody
My heart calls you
Between our lives
There is room for you
Here in the open-space
Of quietness, and longing
It seems there is a tingle
I am enclosed
In my awareness of you
Feeling you at a distance
That which creates
A strange proximity
And a shelter, or
An imagined intimacy
Tonight in this room
I’m more aware of you than ever
But, you are not here
Only a rumour, a whisper, an after-taste
Of somebody I barely know
I have thrown your blouse
To the floor, in my head
Like a gentle darkness
That I want to wrap myself in and devour
A blanket, or a feeling, or a sensation
I cannot tell what you truly represent
As a suite fantasy, a moment, a lost token
Of an experience of subtle exactitude
That my life cannot embody
That my youth cannot taste
I cannot lead you here
I can only hold you like this, in my mind
The sun will come through
The white sleeve of the plum curtain
And in your eyes, I know the sun will be gold
Folded, melted, like cotton drifting down
To the fountain of spring
And into your flesh, where the world
Is joyous, free, ecstatic
There is no longer room for my self-pity
I must discard it like an empty dream
Replaced by the gift of your longing
Poems held naked waiting for you, on the floor.

You With Your White Energy (River in Heaven)


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Sweetheart, was it you who told me
To Love all, trust a few
And do harm to none?
I’ve loved enough in twenty years
To die a lifetime of heartache

But your Sapphire summer-soul
Are the drifting forests of centuries
Of intimacy trapped in time
I find a dark honey in your words
When I touch your hips I feel

The opaque petals of my hurt subside
Like the sun multiplied in water
Sweetheart, I have modest dreams
Of a simple life, the epiphanies
Are getting shorter, more rare

Some of us will achieve greatness
Only in the quality of our love
To catch kisses in clusters of fruit
We know intimately how grapes might taste
But the tongue arrives at raspberries

When we touch someone whose soul
Is smooth from the waves, from
The caress of doves, intricate contemplation
Solitude, suffering, dearest I want us
To transcend mortality, for just a brief moment

And quench the scrambled blankets, feathers,
Sweet naïveté between us like soothing horizons
Why, O’ why do I trust you so implicitly?