Long Love

Long time

Long life

Long love

Long, long love

 

Child love

Heart love

Kiss and tell

Baby love

 

Baby love for life, love

Love-child heart

Kiss and love baby

Kiss me now baby

 

Kiss long and tell

Baby tell my heart

My heart longs

For long love

Fox

Do you brightly grin, speaking slickly chosen words
Only that others might buy your amphetamine?
 
Are your motives ever borne of animal need
For the licking of shared wounds?
 
Or are you wily and nimble
Selling your speed until high moon?
 
Do you ever abandon gain, empty your pockets
and go to prowl, smitten with another?
 
 

Push

Push it
What if we push it
 
Will it topple
Will it sway
 
Will we lean into the meaning
Can we expose the reality
 
Push it
What if I push it
 
Will you run
Will you go away
 
Will you lean into my longing
Will it expose our needing
 
Push it
What if you push it
 
Will you fall into the listening
Will you learn on my back
 
Will I let you fall
Will I let you be imperfect
 
 

1969

Rocket to the moon
Iris full of stars
Gathering sparkly pixie dust
Fueling up on Mars
 
Planet orange as sugary Tang
Seat from which to watch big bang
Aerodynamic time of thrust
Shiny silver projectile lust
 
 

Not a Poem

This is not a poem of unrequited love
Not a poem of longing
Of yearning

This is not a poem of hurt and broken heart
Not a story full of woe
Of betrayal

This is not a poem of how do I go on
Not a fantasy daydream
Of chemistry

This is a poem of truth of earth, of body, of mind
Of piercing ache
and then release

Spinning dervish, fear and fear
Brain in stomach, scream gut feeling
One hundred stories made of sound
Landing softly
On the ground
The ground

Lovely, Lovely Darkness

Should darkness always be my friend
Intensity dodging looming daybreak
Night is for doing, feeling, reeling
Sight and sound in crisp harmony

Morning is for longing
Rise before the dawn
Breathe in perfumed melody
Hoping for a message

There always is a message
Dancing on a message
To keep the dream from waking
Promise of a message

Never calling me back
To the ache that is unfathomable
The possibility of the new
Entrances like a jailbreak

Space

Hold space for me as bodies wither
I will remind you of nimble, bronze agility
Of pounding need for sensory

Hold space for me, so I may be imperfect
You, in turn, will have wings of gratitude to lift you

Hold space for me as I learn to live this time
This time that was unplanned

This time we haven’t much of

And I will hold space for you

 
 

Life Ache

Bruised shin hard fast work good pain ache
Puncture wound humiliation stabbing nausea hurt ache
Drowning gasping fear escape help me ache
Hangover sweet light headed swirling twirling love ache
 
 

Manboy

Manboy
Sweet manboy
Born of diamond earth
What is your joy

Honest, earnest manboy
Hard and durable
Unalterable, unbreakable
Sharp and proper

You have heeded
Mama’s plea
Taking extreme care
Wrenching always high to see

You are essence
Raw, unmined ore
Tender, targeted earth boy
Pure, true core