Connection

Mar

2020

Mincing Words

Your breath
synced with mine
your sounds
synced with mine
your eyes
locked with mine

we’re doin’ time
your eyes
ultimate divine
your sounds
you and me
supine

your breath
synced with mine
bleeds into mine
your sounds
synced with mine
slides through time
your eyes
locked with mine
bore into mine

your thoughts
slow grind with mine
your heart
slow grinds with mine
your eyes
slow grind with mine
your soul
slow grinds with mine

doin’ time
divine
slow grind with mine

Thanks to Akua Naru for the inspiration.

Mar

2020

Let us close the door
behind us,
shut the world away.

Slowly, slowly, off
slip our clothes.

It is as if gods
were releasing their essence
we are those gods,
you and I
deep in the eyes
our arms raising.

Hush —
let us do without words
only sighs
only whispers
only glances
only touches
soft and gentle

Before you, someone made the Earth
and the moon
and the comet,
fire in the pitch of space.

What will we make, you and I?
a rush of blood and water,
a tropical sun,
moonrise over a mountain
a mighty river’s murmur
in her bed.

The gods watch over us.
Time himself attends us,
standing stock still.
Even their keen stares cannot hold back
the first word we speak:

Everything.

Mar

2020

Let me see you —
my eyes light on you
from across the room.

Softly,
slowly
you meet my gaze
and smile.

Oh, heaven!

It is
as if
I see you
for the first time —
branches released
(stars released
from the trees
of our being-ness.

Let us do
without words, without noise
only touches
only glances
only sighs
soft and gentle
yet insistent
as the world falls away.

Chaos behind us,
you belong to me
just as I belong to you
twin islets of sanity
in a world made of madness,
chaos before us.

Before you,
there was no form
only void
and me, waiting.

Before you,
there was a cavalcade of souls
each more inadequate
than the last.

Time himself
stands stock still
immovable, immaterial
as our host moves,
oblivious

The gods themselves
write paeans to our desire
there you are
and here I am
locked,
locked,
locked in the memory of your eyes.