Love on
the rocks can be
very painful, she said
wouldn’t you rather make love on
the grass?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Category: Cinquain
Midnight
it’s time to leave
the Lama said just jump
shift gravity rings, float away
find peace
weightless
know your own insignificance
that’s the secret of flight
Nagarjuna
taught us
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
–
Tonight
the world is light
gypsies stomp around fires
dance atop the heads of devils
breathing
strange jazz
harmonies birth the netherworld
while fingers shape odd chords
syncopated
spirit
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Summer
sunny samba
toes besiege sand castles
wet steps, frothy, salt water sprays
lovers’
ankles
up her calves, too cool, sun-tanned thighs
coconut-pineapple
oils soothe smooth
the burn
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Her soul
refrains the great
songs of her past lifetimes
she’ll rest complete, spent, the coda
a hush,
a poem
recited before the last fire,
upturned faces glowing
all fade away:
her time
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
She said
I loved you then
the songs you used to sing
convinced that life for one was wrong
till now
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Daybreak’s
certain calm
till mid-morning’s
wonder if tomorrows
will come
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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