Before Orgasm
Your midnight laughter
And dark red wine,
Your face of classical paintings
And your supple arms
Enlacing my heart
With a simple embrace
Make everything clear….
Life is lovely treachery
Like being tortured with feathers
Or postponing forever
The achingly tender moment
Before orgasm.
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Brushing Your Hair
When I’m lonely
And feel like
Cashing in my chips,
When I’m melancholy
Beneath autumn street lights,
When my voice quivers
Talking about you
With a friend,
I know, I’d still
Fall in love with you again
If only I could
See you on the beach
Or brushing your hair
Before a mirror.
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Trusting Your Soul
My dreams have set sail for you,
Don’t sink them like a wounded ship
Disappearing into the ocean of despair,
You know that I care, that I desire
To live my life entangled in your hair,
Mesmerized by love floating in soft clouds
With a child-like heart trusting your soul implicitly!
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Glass of Wine
The picture of you
Upon the wall is askew
And slanted
But I still love your face.
My life is fading dream
And dissipating fantasy,
But I still wonder
What it would be like
To kiss your lips.
I understand fragility:
I’m a glass of wine
Sitting precariously
At the edge of the table.
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Blue Parade of Death
The mask of survival is falling off, shivers and shudders,
The blue parade of death is marching,
Cremation celebrations, wives and children
Are cast upon the funeral pyre,
Everything is burning to extinction,
Love is the last letter I wrote to you
Becoming indistinguishable from ash.
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Dig My Jazz
Roses will rain
When I meet the train
Of eternal existence.
Jesus will find me
In a boxcar singing
A sad song slow and sweet.
The suffering hillside
Has been steep,
But I’ve patiently overcome
Every unexpected disappointment,
There’s nothing I regret,
St. Gabriel will dig my jazz.
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When the Heart Is Dead
When the heart is dead
The poet should be as well
If he allows verse
To wiggle out of
Bony intellectual crevices
Of the skull
Instead of dripping
From his veins
Like passionate blood
From deeply cut
Emotional wounds
Leaving psychic scars
Surviving for eternity
In the disconsolate universe.
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Simple Days
There are days that never make history,
That are never remembered for tantalizing love
On exotic beaches or abandoned farms,
But they’re simple days of prayer-like breaths
That cherish every moment
And send something beautiful and healing
Into the immense universe of God-like kindness.
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Alone In Ann Arbor
I walked alone
In Ann Arbor last night,
But you were
With me again on South Main
Among the college kids,
The restaurants and book stores,
Everyone moving around,
The folk music
Coming from the Ark;
Sweet Lady, you’ve won my heart,
Even though we continue to linger
So painfully apart.
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In God's Volume of Poetry
The moonlight words
And the Sunday prayers,
The bike rides
Among autumn leaves,
The winter kisses
Beneath warm blankets,
Holding your hand
In a hospital room,
Crying all night beside you;
All of this and more,
Forever record my love for you
And it is written in God’s volume of poetry.
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