Tag Archive: love endures


Candlelight Anisette

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

Evanescent

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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

Strange Bedfellows

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She and I, so similar – two peas
in separate pods each desiring
the annihilation of the other.

© Chagall 2015

Requiem

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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

You Better Believe It

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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

The Onion

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I find
when I cut it
at arm’s length
it doesn’t
make me cry.

© Chagall 2014

Till That Time

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When Mercury and Venus are devoured
by the wake of collapsed stars
we will emerge again as purest
love

© Chagall 2014

Stormy Clouds Chasin’

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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

Light Of The Heart

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Twenty years
tomorrow

since Eve
is gone

yet it’s still
to sink in

© Chagall 2014

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In a dream about 1967, inside Tompkins Square Park looking out towards Avenue A
My Dad’s at the bus, has a Daily News, turns, then waves to me and smiles.

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