ConfluenceThe day I met the sky
I wished to touch the ground,
Feel her cool and moist beneath my feet
Delivering me from the uncertainty
Of the breezes and the butterflies.
Chamomile, horsetail, basil, nettle
Feeling so unsettled
That I sip this herbal brew,
The soothing kiss of warm water and earth.
But he always plays with my hair,
And sets my skirts flying,
And fills my chest with despair,
And I run, run with him everywhere.
When he comes in the windows,
Seeps through the cracks in the walls
Blows the steam off my boiling decoction,
I wish I could evaporate
And live in a shifting uncertain state.
The day my lips met yours,
We stood beneath the maple tree,
Whose leaves were but mere green butterfly wings,
In the early cool and muddy spring.
In the budding but not blooming spring,
We stood where two rivers meet,
A confluence, flooded, fluid flow,
Us, so close we entwined like vines
Wrapped around each other.
I unshod my feet,
Felt the damp earth's cold kiss.
AgapiAgapi, living crystal,
Dew drop breasts and puddle eyes,
Shaped like a winding river
Shifting, changing each moment
(I cannot look away)
My skin, cracked, like sun-parched land
I reach for your round, soft breasts,
But my hot and swollen hands
Would hurt you with their roughness
(And could never reach your fluid form)
Agapi, curving river,
When you walk you levitate
And when you dance you sparkle
Like sunshine upon many waters.
(Your laughter bubbles like the source.)
Would you take me to the source of your secret pleasure?
Would you let me drink you in?
Saturate my aching, empty, pores, dry!
Agapi, my bones crumble
(while the wind blows me away)
Agapi, full of grace,
Your cool unctuousness
Holds me down and I
Blossom, like the dessert
(Agapi, eternal oasis)
No bards will ever sing
Of you, Agapi, I see you
In each drop of rain,
While we all droop and wane
You stay so fresh, new, sweet, cool.
Perfect and Pure
Put out the liar and
Feed the desire to
Ignite the tame with
The sacred fire.
While thunder shakes out drops of rain,
Quick! Burn the cherries, socks and a dove
(in the sacred pyre).
Go on and scorch sweet gentle love.
You see lightening reflected in my eye,
As you hold flint and steel, watch the oak imbibe
The poison light poured from the sky.
The sickened oak tree sways and dances.
The rain hisses in unholy flame
At the tips of the branches.
Danger! Do the birds proclaim.
Watch while unholy flames consume
The wilderness, wet and shivering,
The flaming oak tree split in two,
And wild birds with burnt flesh blistering.
Light a consecrated pyre
Filled with everything we desire.
It burns 'till what remains, so pure,
Cannot sustain us anymore.
Fish to Darkness
Fish to darkness: Walking through time, unlocking potential Nothing
I was darkness once,
and then bacteria.
Now I am a fish,
hiding in the darkness.
DNA is like a zipper.
It all unzips,
and a world unfolds:
random men with wheelbarrows,
and Mexican tribal signs.
I didn't ask to be born,
it was a free gift,
Time is a limited supply offer,
and I'm taking it.
I'm trying not to be eaten,
living to poke my head out of the water,
and watch the astronomy signs.
Eventually I know,
all will be darkness again.