No Eyes to Kiss
It is sad when love dissipates
In a cruel, sunless season;
When sympathy ceases
And kind hearts become stone;
When a man is separated from family
And wanders alone.
I fear the days
When there will be
No eyes to kiss
And inner, hopeful vision
Grows weak.
One has to embrace someone
From a place of genuine tenderness
Before he becomes a breathing corpse
Awaiting his flowerless grave.
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Li Po And Sappho
Li Po knew
He was the greatest
Living poet in China;
He liked to drink
And fondly gaze at the moon.
A million poems
And haikus later,
No one greater since
Has arrived.
I hope,
In the mystical universe,
He gets to meet Sappho
Who is the greatest poet
That has ever been,
Even though most of her poems
Have been cruelly destroyed by men
Who thought kisses
Shouldn’t be that gentle.
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For The Moment, This Is Love
Let’s tour graveyard sites
On lonely nights,
Kiss like death
Each other’s breath,
You can bite my skin
Until it tears and bleeds,
There’s a certain amount
Of depravity
That has to mingle with life
Before the final
Closing of the eyes.
Baby, you and I
Are not afraid
Of dark desires
Nor a sprinkling
Of healthy violence…
I’ve got your safe words
Memorized…we’ll survive.
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God’s Heart
At the moment of dejected spirits
When the pathways of hope
Seem obstructed by the terrible roadblocks
To self-love and acceptance,
Remember the small child
Your mother kissed and father
Took to the amusement park
All joyful and laughing,
The child of eternal dreams
And abiding sweetness.
This is the child you remain
In God’s heart
And the child you can reclaim
For your own heart.
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And I Wonder If I’m Not in Love
Walking alone in the cold rain
Sad concrete beneath my feet
Dusk descending alienation gloom
In these hours separated from
The hopeful afternoon.
My heart has been in the rain
For years,
I’ve shed rusty, graveyard tears
Long frozen with forgotten grievances.
I’m convinced, I haven’t
The ability to any longer love
But a face enters my memory,
And I wonder if I’m not in love.
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Remove Her Necklace
City Park and a path of flowers at dusk,
The dream-inducing night;
I’m in love, I’m in love
With her Christmas heart
And wait for her to meet me
A quarter past midnight.
In a primitive motel,
We’ll rest from the highway,
I’ll remove her necklace
And kiss the nape of her neck;
I’ll remove her glasses
And kiss her delicate eyes
Of inner vision,
She is all I desire to see.
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Slowly Learning Not To Be Selfish
Every day define yourself,
The type of person you are,
The philosophy of your existence,
Every day gaze
Into the mirror
Of your thoughts,
It will take your
Whole life
To truly discover
Who you are.
Then the fade away
To the universe of God,
The disappearance
Of physical self.
If you can daily
Give pieces
Of your heart away,
Then you will live forever
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Lovers Ecstatic As Butterflies
You lead me guru-like through dreams
And hallucinatory visions;
I have a panoramic-movie mind
And a heart emanating the supernatural divine.
I can smell autumn approaching
In the air;
You’ll find me on an avenue strewn with trees,
I’ll be waiting for colorful falling leaves,
I’ll place them at your feet.
And come next year summertime,
We’ll be lovers ecstatic as butterflies.
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Transmigration of Souls
My mind is crystal clear
With unadulterated desire
For metamorphosis.
I’ve grown weary
With whom I am
As a man
And the paltry history
Of an insignificant existence.
Walking down a busy street,
I’d like to gaze into a shop window
And smile to not recognize my reflection.
The greatest scientific discovery
Will not be eternal youth
But complete transformation
From one soul into another.
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The Sweetest Prostitutes
2AM boulevards
Bathe me in lonely headlights.
My soul is broken
Like the crumbling pavement
Beneath my feet.
Tonight, the homeless
Are hidden out of sight
And the sweetest prostitutes
Have found their johns.
There is nothing left but me
Wandering the same streets
That grew weary of me
Long ago.
Perhaps, I will fall asleep
In a hopeful cemetery
And dream about a time
When I was still alive.
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