I.

i, poet...

want you to
Clip this poem and save it.
Hold it next to
All other poems:
This poem is
A cremation ground where
We ignite, become boundless, and
Dissolve.
The words and
Spaces between words
Have kept quiet company
With elements:
Water, fire, stone and blood...
But liberation
Is on the breath.
On this page
Your deepest Truth
Crosses the stream
To find your mercy.
Unity
Is the path and the destination.
You, witness
And i, poet
Breathe together...




II.

if i wake you with kisses?

if it was you, who with a dream
conjured that flaming ball
to end our night so softly
while we lay here in a tangle
you did it as an artist would;
in slow gradient from purple to gold...
and if i let you sleep you may
create symphonies: the muffled hum
of the world beneath virgin whitefall
the chattering of snowbirds singing awake
the narcissus & daffodil;
icicles dripping...
but if i wake you with kisses...


III.

i could say
that concentrated gravity
forms in pockets near icy stairs
and treacherous places, reconciling
its lack otherwheres:
the hovering mist, the flights
of birds, walks on water...
a poet's heart, which
in shining moments
has no fear
having merged rhythmically with the
purest speech of the soul

...and gravity mimics time
which collects in rush hour traffic
and waiting for the other shoe to fall
piles of it accompany boredom
but thins here and there: an
afternoon in the forest
and nights beneath dark heaven
and within the cavernous expanses
of my heart
when i am near you
most beloved...

Love exists out of time,
obeys no law...