Fight. She said to bring life from ash. To stave off dust from the beam of light that cuts the attic cluttered with abandoned objects. He needs to fight the light because she fears the darkness. The universe is shaped like two clasped hands – consumed by the thing that holds it in existence. The [...]
Posts Tagged ‘man’
Fight
Posted in Poetry, tagged man, relationship, Woman on June 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
A Sentence Only a Free Man Could Bare
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged fall, Garden State, man, muggy, Naked, Quetzalcoatl, Woman on June 4, 2010 | 4 Comments »
I awoke, naked in a muggy apartment room not uncommon to the Garden State. Her hand rested over my ribs as delicate as a feather from Quetzalcoatl’s back lost when he plummeted to earth. She holds a still empty bottle of tequila that we alternated kissing. The worm did not alter our shame, or augment [...]
Outlasting Life
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Creation, death, life, make-up, man, William James, Woman on April 6, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Make-up was her second face for years. She lightly applied blush for rosy cheeks. Perhaps embarrassment or coyness. A spent life being overturned scrounging for seconds like change. Another foundation, another skin tone supplement to confer humanity. His dead body survives for another night’s celebration because of her art. She kisses his cold lips and [...]
You Can’t Blame Gravity
Posted in Poetry, tagged bending, breaking the rules, cutting, Einstein, man, oragami, paper, Woman on April 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It would take a crane to heft the weight to bare the gravity of flight. She bends, her sleek form touching her toes. Behind her, the ocean’s bending turmoil is hardly a mirror. The red palpable tongue glues each crease that forms the wings, the beak, and the breast of his lover. She extends her [...]
The Highest Music
Posted in Poetry, tagged acoustics, Love, man, music, Plato, shower, singing, Woman on March 31, 2010 | 4 Comments »
She sings amidst artificial rain to clean her. Soap suds gossamer robes and sterile acoustics. A love song, her lover can’t hear, it is a celebration of him, a contemplation of their shared history and it is for her dreams only.
Saving Nations and People
Posted in Poetry, tagged anger, clay, forming, hands, man, Milosz, momentum, pottery, Woman on March 30, 2010 | 4 Comments »
He spins and spins like the world, around himself, it has been a long day. She eases her hands against each revolution allowing his momentum to form him with gentle guidance. She washes her hands of excess clay, while he slowly realizes what she has revealed in him.
The Political Animal
Posted in Poetry, tagged aristotle, beats, body, brush, death, existence, life, man, painting, Woman on March 29, 2010 | 6 Comments »
He pats a slow beat on canvas so tight it could be a drum. His brushing fingers leaving invisible lines in the natural oils of her body, barely clinging to existence. Creation and destruction in the valley of her lower back.
A Floor Can Also Be a Ceiling
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Beauty, make-up, man, MC Escher, Woman on March 27, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Her fingers feel her cheek, dry like plaster. Not enough to make a thumb print. She pushes anyway. Like a wall. It will be a fresco before breakfast. Worn after lunch. Smudged on the clothes of another, after dinner. With any luck, mine.
Hidden Connections
Posted in Poetry, tagged bed, Heraclitus, Love, making love, man, marble, pieces, Woman on March 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Her fingers carve tracks in his naked back. Weightless flakes of marble collecting underneath. She sees what she makes.
