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In Memoriam
You tear the wings off butterflies
And take them from the breeze
You cage the birds of paradise
And bring them to their knees
You crush the flying spirit
You torture the purest souls
You beat them and fling them In
the darkest of your holes...
You feed the monster
And starve the birds
You live for the lie
And hate the true
You resent their strength
Because your eyes are closed
You fear their power
Because you do not know
^*^ Azarius ^*^
Poetry on the Fly
ancient meat puppets
HIGH IN CALCIUM
It's too late I'm sorry
THE PACIFIC IS DEAD
you should have recycled
YOU BITCH
*^* Andy the Great Something *^*
36 Nocturnes [third series]
"But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything."
--Pablo Neruda,
"So That You Will Hear Me," 1924.
(For Erika)
i.
What burns in you is beauty.
My life grazes your soft hands,
mother's, child's, hands of goddess, hands of beast.
My dreams rest astride your belly,
looking onward to burning strokes,
onward to mutual sway & thrash,
love's rain beyond desire's cloud.
******
ii.
Kindness seems more important,
now, in the tangle of burning candles, erotic trance,
fingers spread thigh as heart nudges heart.
Suddenly, laughter. A bite. A memory.
You taste like flying. I can think of you no other way.
Slow. Slower. Then not.
Our carnal notes grip the Earth.
******
iii.
More colors, wilder music,
the beginning of a new freedom.
Torching the grains leaves your body raw with magick,
each of your pores open-lidded.
The music beats, beseeches, arouses.
Our beast twists newly powerful.
We swarm the window's winter light.
******
iv.
The night's new rampage. A gleam. A way.
My lips recall your breast to me.
I'd lunged at you earlier, beginning to reclaim you.
My desire is desire resumed.
You near & elude me like steam its source.
Soon is not soon enough.
Each passing moment shouldered with new touch & revived echo.
******
v.
All that is, is kin.
Two or three cats range about your room, ignore us. One is curious.
I tell you between tumults of other lovers & other cats. You laugh without jealousy.
The curious cat is orange, male.
My rival, my brother.
We reckon each other friends because he does not fear my knowledge of you.
When I am gone, he will lick you clean.
******
vi.
A new dream. A bigger dream.
No longer a dream at all.
Our first night burns past us to return in variation. Each touch is news, each taste is poetry.
We fuss & play with this reality. We fly it. Land. Crash. Again.
To see what will happen.
Your eyes a tender blue.
Your fine wiggle.
*^*Cenacle *^*
Soul Self
My soul self
My wholeness embraced
My All
each part destinct and felt individually,
yet as one, complete
So many
yet each blended in power and inner imbrace
each one felt as single
carressed by mysoul as they mingle
within me
Filling the spaces within with love, power,
and ..........hehe
each mote of my being spinning in the embrace in your embrace ..... within....all of you at once
And it feels so whole so right as if it has always been just waiting for us to be .........
One..............All and complete And I weep,
and I laugh And
I AM.....
my soulself
whole at last .... ..........
Can you feel me inside us?
Love as I feel you each of you
All spinning in the void ..
The inner vortex of our wholeness complete...
shared souls shared self shared inner ...
oh my it's All there the ............. just everything in us
I want to hold the now forever ............
hold you within me/us
so strong
I can feel your skin beneath my fingers
feel your face.....
feel your heartbeats as my own ..........
did you feel me touch you hehehe
And here it is at last complete........
us known to each other and other,
us too
All one
...do you feel them/us /me inside hehehe
mysoul self complete
Whole
*^* jeoni *^*
To be continued...
