Meaningless treaties
In the end the blast kills all
Butterflies rejoice
Chagall 2019
I don’t care if you are left or right – both sides suck.
Tag Archive: love endures
She tried to convince me
that she was the list of all things
the ontology
She placed the back of my head
against her breasts then kneaded the pain
from my shoulders
Her rhythms were micro
inside at times then upon the muscle
a consummate masseuse
She turned me folded around
hot moist wrappings
settled-in cool smooth sheets
She leaves a dulcet tone
rung before it’s struck
reverberating
still
Chagall 2015
I’ll be gone at morning
like moonglow beads on lashes
when the sun-warmed wood pops
frighten away the dears
Sadly it needn’t be so sad
Awaken by then or of course
this will be the last time,
yes, should you sleep it will be
Too much ado of the kiss,
where one lip daubs another
so fine
so
so long
till an evening somewhere, not yet
ahead of where we are right now
Sleep
just rest now
sleep
© Chagall 2015
She and I, so similar – two peas
in separate pods each desiring
the annihilation of the other.
© Chagall 2015
Love sometimes hits a point
of diminishing returns
but on the rise nonetheless,
while hate is eternally
concave down, forever sloping
abysmal. Grace lifts us
to lofty aerie, the sweetest vantage.
© Chagall 2015
It happened while looking out the window tonight,
the room light reflected on dark panes,
my nose to the glass to see outside, when I noticed
a blur of motion dancing behind me, so I pulled away,
turned and focused, no more than two or three heartbeats,
stared directly into her face, clear as the day she passed
she smiled, my reality popped, jolted by sound
like balloons exploding, and then she was gone again
© Chagall 2015
I find
when I cut it
at arm’s length
it doesn’t
make me cry.
© Chagall 2014
When Mercury and Venus are devoured
by the wake of collapsed stars
we will emerge again as purest
love
© Chagall 2014
I’m singing in the rain,
just singin’ in the rain,
it’s a glorious feeling
that no songwriter should
have the right
to friggin’ copyright.
Love,
© Chagallito 2014
Twenty years
tomorrow
since Eve
is gone
yet it’s still
to sink in
© Chagall 2014
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