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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Once More



Don’t know how long
I shall walk upon this earth
how many more steps
I shall take in this world

How many mornings shall
greet me with glorious fury
or starry nights shall tickle
my fancy with wishes

If I can but once more
sit at the base of
the Rocky Mountain Range
an waggle my naked feet
and hands on pristine streams

I’d like to once again
see visions of the oceans vastness
and their black of night
listen to the osprey and seagulls callings
and the deep water fin fare

Can I once more
touch the hand of naïve love
where only sparkle in the eyes
and that silent smile of desire
embracing two, yet,
uncontaminated hearts

Listen to the violins
that Mozart commanded
titillating keys of Chopin and Liszt
voices of Lanza and Groban, Streisand
and Whitney, Nat King Cole and Vandross

Inscribed on my epitaph some words
of Shakespeare, Shelley, Emily,
they would be read by passersby
and maybe by chance would look
upon my headstone and ask
'who was he'?

Monday, August 13, 2012

In Breath, Only



Our eyes meet
our face cheeks
come close
without touch
our breath intertwines
our body’s temperature
emit vapors that intermingle

Silence is our
common space
our bodies part
like two Flamenco dancers
without touch
yet our fingertips
come close

Social norm disallows
we’re both each
committed to another
desire and lust
evinces its
forbidden face
so we slowly
walk away

Maybe in
an ethereal place
or even in
the Nether
our temptations
may dance
Until then
our beings mingle
still only in breath