She’s closed for repair
check back at some later time
who knows how hearts mend?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Archive for July, 2013
I think you’ve actually succeeded
in fallen me out of love
with you for the time
first never thought
possible just
topsy turned turvy
now with you gone . . .
oh god that’s better –
at least at last
I can think straight!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Awake her fragrance
radiates there from a pulse
aside her nosegay
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Thrown rocks at wind chimes
strike up the band let loose belles
now the ball’s dropping!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Her diction oh so
particularly precise
softened in her kiss
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Gardenia by night
starlight floors flying dancers
senses’ clouds mist seas
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Her homemade bookmark
tucked sandy where she’ll leave it
this day on the beach
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
You are intoxicating
a heady mix
of flowers and brine
a salty
dusty stew
a sweet opiant
a tart granita
shaved ice
a fine talc
a spirit scoured clean
in the early rain
the new day
You are, aren’t you –
aren’t you the new day?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Things don’t fall
so much as the world rushes up
to meet them where they float
everything’s falling
so nothing moves
apparently
my heart drops
dips on a steep rise
when I see you these
skittish palpitations
slow loping
gravity hang-glides
free-fall
alighting gently
touchdown running
on the soles of my feet
so solid this ground
curves under me
perfectly bouncing
I’m buoyant
on ground sponge
baked in rain
still falling
on planets
big rocks
in mid-air
as a failed aerialist
I know the last fall’s hardest
to mistime
to lose heart
to miss the palm of the hand
outstretched in mid flight
people don’t fall
so much as the ground rushes up
to meet them
everyone’s falling
apparently
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Razor sharp
my face like a baby’s ass
freshly shaven
neat my collar’s
open she licks
a long neck
to minty lips
sweats like tonic
in a mouth of ice
she breathes in steam
like a new age coming
lustful urbana
does floor routines
atop a medieval mattress
hold sway there my Dulcinea!
I am flattered by your ardor
evidenced by subtle protrusions
of your body’s softer and finer tissue
you Bonnie and Juliet you
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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