Zipless
on the train of thought
in the middle of darkness
at the height of the hours
at the apex of longing
i am zipless
at the center of my universe
on the hardship of my days
on the length of my nights
at the thickness of my loneliness
i am zipless
on the nudity of my dreams
on the warmth of my hair and skin
on the gentleness of my fingers
on the taste of my tongue
i am zipless
come, my love, i am open
there is no lock to my heart
there is a space on my chest
there is rest on my pelvis
i am always zipless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do not complicate love
No perfume
Only your breath
No questions ask
Your name, sex, gender
Marital status
We just kiss
Make love
Zipless
Then you go
And I go
Your way my way
No questions no answers
Just a memory to tell the next generation
A lecture on how to love and what love is
Zipless, buttonless, beltless, bottomless
Borderless, timeless, colorless,
To love without measure,
There is simply no measure
Love is openness love is naked
To face the lover naked
Is the best truth each can offer
Your way my way
Your way of loving me
My way of loving you
And we tell the next generation
About a love without a name without a gender
Without a marital status
Without shame without rules
Without sin without law
Because love is openness only to feelings
That we must tell to the next generation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As I Wait For For You
and then our minds met at a point
of convergence
i waited for you in a room without a number
a place without a name
a space where only us know what & how to fill
i am naked
you want the whole truth and so i am naked
in this room without a number, a place without a name
a space, where only our self-manifested emptiness know how & what to fill
when you arrive do not call my name
be so soft and gentle with your feet
do not even say your name as
i have also left my name somewhere else
and it is only i who knows it
i lose my identity
that is how i want to spend my short moment with you
i am naked
i only have my face, my skin and my flesh my bones my whole body
not my soul
do not knock
just push the door
it is left open throughout the nights of my waiting
i have intended it that way
so when you arrive and i am still asleep with my dreams and desires
of you
do not disturb the silence and sweetness of my sleep
just whisper your desire for love so sweet to my ears
touch the surfaces of my skin and caress with your soft fingers the smooth lines of my face
place your head just beside my tight chest
for there you shall hear the sounds of all my desires
and then my love we begin the sharing of our hidden truths
we shall dance in our nakedness
we shall make love real
we shall open the shutters of this closed window
we let the slits of light from outside the night get inside us and put some
warmth on the empty pores of our skins
we bring light to the darkness of our lives
we put fire to those eyes that refuse to close and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Razor-Sharp Love
razor-sharp love
I want
all of you
but there just isn't
enough of you
behind the silk
like a bullet in my heart
you poison my soul
with your horrible longing
you terrify
and immerse me
into your darkness
a fleeting memory
of your caressing tongue
on my chest
that's what you are
a black veil of
loneliness.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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For Emma
If it were not for God
You could have found yourself at
The center of the
Altar of my being
You are my sun
When my moon left me
Extreme darkness
You are the river
Flowing to my life
Your soft sound
Of the flowing waters
Made me raise
All my goldfishes
In my own little garden
You are the center flower
And all the morning sunshine
That I can take shall all be yours
All my days shall talk about you
And I shall write
About all
About you
My last love
My lust
My moaning nights
A warm sweet scented blanket
You are my everyday longing
My quiver
My soundest sleep
Of such soft pillow
Inside a night of
Loving dreams
I am insatiable
Your white body on those black nights
Sparked a meteor
Into my vast universe
Your love
Moans
And I shall be
The wildest hunter for saber-tigers
In the safari
It is you,
After all these years
The queen
Who gave an extension
To my ending life
Another day
For better health
As you shall grow in my heart
You shall be forever
Unfathomable,
Ungrasped,
Untitled
You are my force-softness
Combined
My singing silence
My beating drum
My chant
Forever tireless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Stick To My Point Darling
i stick to my point my darling
love and lust go hand in hand together
one cannot exist without the other
one cannot just love and not lust
for love will always like to last with lust
for what is this deep silence without the
noise of fire
the tongues of the sun
the pelvis of the moon
the fingers of tickling tiny cinders of stars
to the heavens of course, we heave, we bend,
show me what is kept inside your skirt
show me those breasts that enclose the
true beatings of the heart
i will love you and i cannot help but lust with you.
for i am both air and leaf, river and rock,
for i am both bird and sky, i am both mortar and pestle,
i am both sun and moon
pond and pebble
snake and grass
let me hold you then with the gentleness of my soft hands
let my tongue lick every corner of your skin
let me love you and eat you and swallow you
for by then, you become truly a part of me
immersed, flowing, running all over my mouth and veins.
my throat, my lips, to my finger tips.
let me love you and let me have you. let no part be absent.
let the meeting and tasting be so sweet and enduring.
i love you, and it is not enough.
there is more to the bursting
of a star. it is endless, it is kind and brutal.
like this big bang of creation.
the pain of darkness
and the gentleness
of light.
silence cannot lose itself within the calmness of the waters.
deep inside, we partake, the lust of our beings.
we drink this cup, we die and live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Skin Hair…
Skin Hair…
Where else does the earth rise?
settle down with a fall,
cover with strand...
after other strand,
of hair curl,
loom adversely,
along the length,
along the breadth....
of a man, woman
where it is delicate, where it is private...
pronounced an' concealed.
on the face above the eyes,
like a brush of feathers,
above the lip,
a moustache…
eloquently trim,
tweezed eye browses,
hair flock grace the neck,
onto the back.
Along the shin,
Along the skin,
Smooth touch rendered,
Chill rising the hair follicles,
Desire burn,
In the shower wet with soap,
Silk fiber strand,
Run through fingers of a lover,
Relishing the sensations erect,
Tiny hair, almost as fur…
Souring along the back,
Trough upon the skin,
Collect scent of a love scene.
The skin here dark,
Chocolate born,
Wind caress these, both hair an' skin
Creature so supreme,
Conquer all but this, delicate
Feather brush of skin against skin,
Hair rise here thin,
Space of a love gaze seen,
Hair on skin….
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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Skin Hair
Skin Hair…
Where else does the earth rise?
settle down with a fall,
cover with strand...
after other strand,
of hair curl,
loom adversely,
along the length,
along the breadth....
of a man, woman
where it is delicate, where it is private...
pronounced an' concealed.
on the face above the eyes,
like a brush of feathers,
above the lip,
a moustache…
eloquently trim,
tweezed eye browses,
hair flock grace the neck,
onto the back.
Along the shin,
Along the skin,
Smooth touch rendered,
Chill rising the hair follicles,
Desire burn,
In the shower wet with soap,
Silk fiber strand,
Run through fingers of a lover,
Relishing the sensations erect,
Tiny hair, almost as fur…
Souring along the back,
Trough upon the skin,
Collect scent of a love scene.
The skin here dark,
Chocolate born,
Wind caress these, both hair an' skin
Creature so supreme,
Conquer all but this, delicate
Feather brush of skin against skin,
Hair rise here thin,
Space of a love gaze seen,
Hair on skin….
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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Our Paranoia
the uncured disease of mankind had always been
that the earth is the center of the universe
that man is at the center of all these
that he is loved by the skies and the seas and the mountains
that i am the center of your attraction
or that i have loved you truly too
these are the demands of illusions
the sun is just one of the thousand stars
though it may be true that it is the center of our universe
that you may have loved me truly and i may think that i am the only
star in your universe
how hopeless can i be thinking that way
when the truth is just i am just a dust, a speck of this vast space of dusts
one night i stand in the middle of the grass and looked at the stars
i feel so far and so tiny just like Venus that planet that glitters in the north.
human love is as small as a grain of sand, yet somehow we imagine that
as a Saturn in the planetary system.
i am not saying the truth that indeed we are nothing but an empty sigh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light And Lightness Of Our Beings
let the soft light land on my face
let it stay there for a while
as i close my eyes
and lay myself in the lightness
of my being
my hands are soft as
the hair of a rabbit
my lips open
to let my tongue wet
its red sides
i am as light as a feather
lifted up by air
i become light myself
rising from the walls
and the ceiling
i am freedom from
sanity i am the conqueror
of the logical order
there are no numbers
just an open space
there are no days now
and neither do nights exist
i am eternal
and i am inside this
space beyond
any space
i am a ray of light
i am a shooting star
i am a black hole
i am lost and no one
shall ever find me
except you, the one i love.
you make me feel so light.
i am carried away.
hold me and kiss me.
i am all yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What is it all about
We try to talk about many things
Petty and not so vulgar
We try to overwhelm ourselves
With so much words as I choose
What to put to make you marvel
And you pretend you marvel
That I make sense, but in truth
That is not the point of this meeting
Of two souls, it is the meeting of bodies
Of two bodies, needing each other’s warmth
And wrath, as I tell you about something
Interesting, you know that I am just
Pretending, my eyes are looking at every
Corner of your skin, the tip of your fingers
Wanting to touch me, too,
The softness of your body, the lines in
Your curvatures, swaying towards
My lips, I stop, I kneel before your
Gentleness, as you close your eyes
As you hold my hair, as you caress
My neck, my arms, my chest and you
Have sympathies for my gentleness
My humiliation, you ask me with the
Signal of your hands, and eyes, and
Lips that I rise up
To kiss you, it is all about it, and
We have no chance saying words
Again, we breathe each other’s longings
We fill our mutual emptiness, like we
Are all cups now filled with air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vanishing Into A Vacuum...
you gather each hair
of time
pulling each lock
to the tongue of your
fingers
savoring the delicacies
of pleasures
possible on this earth
perhaps
the do not have a hint
about what is happening
around your
universe
that from a distance
dims like the star
dissolving
into space dust
soon each planet
shall understand
why a star for
sometime
had been restless
for the face of vanishing
comes
soon another vacuum
is declared
another emptiness
back
upon itself
cupping no a drop
of time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--
yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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His Lock Of Hair
I looked at him and thought to myself
I must keep a lock of his hair.
So I clipped it while he was asleep
for there would soon be none to spare.
I remember when I saw him first
his hair was what caught my sight,
so full and wavy catching the light
as dark as a moonless night.
I would run my fingers through it
and see a smile on his face.
I would watch and see him groom it.
Not a strand was out of place.
Little by little it was not as full
and the treasure I would see
was slowly leaving as days went by
and I knew eventually
that his beautiful crown of glory
would become a thing of the past.
And so the lock of hair I clipped
was saved so it would last.
For now that his hair has fallen away.
I show him the lock I did save.
He smiles again as he's done before
as he finishes his morning shave.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Screensaver
My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Three Days
I
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,—
Only a touch and we combine!
II
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
III
0 loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold—
The dark inspired, the light controlled!
As early Art embrowns the gold.
IV
What great fear, should one say, "Three days
That change the world, might change as well
Your fortune; and if joy delays,
Be happy that no worse befell!"
What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
May throw no shadow on your ways;
But years must teem with change untried,
With chance not easily defied,
With an end somewhere undescried."
No fear!—or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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The Hidden Possibility....
imagine
one tranquil day
when you can hear
ants moving
under your feet
you lay your body
on the grass
under the old tree
with many leaves
that look like
small fingers
of a baby
you have emptied
yourself of thoughts
you become one
big empty
basket
you are an open
cave
inviting restless vagabonds
to take
rest
one dark & cold night
at least for a certain
while
the days come
and go
and you feel like a river
passing by
leaves blown by the strong wind
far north
on some normal days
a hundred butterflies flutter
and hover
homing to you
migrant birds perch
upon your hair
imagine that
you are no longer you
but a wide door without a lock
an open window that welcomes the moon
an earth
sky
and infinite space
a universe in itself
stripped of
identity and
greed
now sleep, and inside this
chamber
close your eyes some more
time
you have become
a poem vested
in eternity
some call you an angel
someone will dare
calling you one of the gods
beside the gods
in the temple of heaven
what is important is that
you are at peace, happy,
engrossed in grace
so much blessing
pouring unto your heart
do not think about you
you can no longer do that
there is no you now
do not think of contempt
you have become more than what you are
you have flown above the earth
you have crossed the river of ire
and disbelief
this is
the hidden possibility
the truth that we now see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Lights
The sun rises
sparkle fingers
aop the horizon;
my feelings are alive.
I tingle at the breeze of a single
butterfly wing
that is your touch;
dust in light shafts
come through
the window sill
stir
and float
above us,
I move to taste you;
perfumed still
from the surging night
and you loom above me
reaching
across our illumination;
swirling
to me;
my nipples swelling
remembering
night time lustings;
night time now is dust light beams
dancing in moon streams
gleaming.;
smooth
skin now
igniting again
against
smooth
skin;
I hear you moan,
reclaim my center
with your weight
and I compress
caress your chest;
last nights
love
in an instant
returns with us to bed,
and we imitate
the sun rise
slow soothing
love-making
in the steady ray sun beams
while shadow flowers
in the window box
follow our movements
on the wall;
love strokes-
rhythmic signs
surrendering breath
and astonishment
as body love
takes hold.
Once again
we fall among the lost.
The taste of you
on my tongue
again
the smell of you
rush to my lungs
again
we spiral away;
we're gone;
timeless etched
bathed
in that bursting sun
which announces once again
morning.
Put your hand here I say
and you do
I sign
a soft sign
and you
your deep baritone
moans again;
sudden shuddering
and the window sill
tells me its sunset
8 hours
more we've lingered,
while a new sun
salutes us
on the bed
next day;
lying
finger tip to finger tip
as new shards
of light
proceed and recede
to the window sill
each saying
good night
see you in the morn;
each a long-stemmed
lit rose;
fading
slowly
leaving us
side by side
repleated
and completed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In The Middle
IN THE MIDDLE
In the middle of the unending darkness that stretches on beyond forever
In the middle of the vast nowhere whose name has no shadow and no space
In the middle of all the generations whose anonymous past will be complemented by their overextended futures,
In the middle of the mass of nameless mankind featureless
In the middle of all that is and ever has been
In the middle of what was and will be always forever not
In the middle
In one small moment whose end is unpredictable
While the light still shines on the green green world
And the love and joy in the faces and hearts we care for still breathe
In the middle of the moment before consciousness is lost forever
Somewhere nowhere who knows where how
In the middle of all we are and will never be now
In the now of this life
I write these lines for all of us
Passing dreams
Beautiful great souls
True human beings
Better than me and you
And only me and you
For all of us
In the middle
Before the lights go out
And the endless darkness
Is silence and breathlessness
And nothing whatever real
We can feel or be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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