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Return To Gaia

Elevate beyond the veil
overlook the valley
I’m not quite sure
if there will be dales
as well, just land
safely (I pray the pall
will lift) – remember
please kiss Earth
once alighted, give Mother
my regards.

Chagall 2015

On Belay

When she was a child we played a game
we pretended to be high on a cliff at the edge
losing grip on our footing we’d plummet
down off the bed as if from Everest
at the last minute grabbing hands in mid-air
in outstretched rescue every sinewy muscle
straining to hold onto life. She writes
that it’s readied her well for the fight,
she loves me, it’s time to let go.

Chagall 2015

She’ll Wave

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I wrote a song just for her
about the sand and sea

I played it
and she swam away

© Chagall 2014

Requiem

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Today, this morning after
we left you alone
in your bronze home
aside the dirt-mound,
cordoned off
by rope and flowers,
I expected to wake
to the incredible weightlessness
of cold and sorrow,
but instead
I rise to nothing
but extreme desire
and eternal yearning
to perform spectacular acts
of radical kindness.

© Chagall, 2013

As You Would

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I greet you as you would me
and kiss you as I would the other.

It’s how I distinguish
love from lust, what lasts
from what rises and falls,
forms and crumbles,
lives, then withers, and dies.

I hale you as you would
the almighty reach of sky:
expanse, curved, keeps us
on the ground lest we float away.

It’s how I declare
my love for you, its reach
exceeds horizons, and wraps around
like garland, silver on a gift.

I tuck you in as you would a child,
nestled in down, deep in warmth.

That’s how I assure
you are safe and forever within reach,
your cheek, your lips,
your essential being inside me.

© Chagall, 2013

For Basoalto

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Beloved,

you write of the white statues
in the gardens of midnight
alabaster darkened
in the weak rays of stars
overhead in cold skies

where a kiss is like a petal
torn from just above the thorn
but before the bud
with only a hint
of the bouquet
and the promise

and we twirl
and we twirl
and we twirl
madly under moons
that are merely satellites
escorts for the real
who are meant to die in one’s stead
should it be necessary

who knows what’s need
in everything
there is no exception
to the rule

a tear on cold steel
warms the blade
if only ever so slightly

and we laugh
and we cry
and we die
sadly in our finest hours
since this is all there is
that we have

we know what’s beyond
it’s what’s here
that we’ll need to conceive

© Chagall, 2013

Dashed Dots, Dotted Dashes

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Lily was a dancer
you could tell
by the moves
she couldn’t make

Billy was a singer
worked the deli crowd
you could say
a counter tenor?

Weekends spent
backgammon and gins
and tonics and
nachos and sex
and gins and
tonics

pirouettes
arpeggios
and daydreams
come and go
all in a row

© Chagall, 2013

Adam And Eve This Eve

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The ghost is going
down smooth

spirits invoke
spirits, there’s no
telling when
the muse will come

she’s such
a fussy lover

I can labor here
for hours
though I really can’t complain

I could relish her taste
for hours

until she comes
in colors mostly

take life slow

life is anything
that doesn’t involve
the outside
looking in

am I being too obscure?

let me make it plain

life is you and me
on a raft afloat
clinging to
forever

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Thin Lines

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She breaks too easy
for a woman

at the softest touch,
the lightest stroke

despite the care I take
to assure that only
ambient moonlight
touches her skin
she burns

that only the quietest
of whispers
would funnel to her mind
through the kisses I’d rain
on her ears
she’d tense

inhale sharply
in pain

sometimes cry
facing the wall

I can carry her
if she’d let me
the way from here
to anywhere
in the manner
she’d ask

handle with care
with the right side up
savor and adore
all that’s left

she draws the curtains now
they blow wildly and wrap her
in spectral gauze

she, before the window
in wan starlight

pale
smiling
seemingly

unbroken

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

The Patois Of The Garden

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Love, it seems,
must also remind
of the sadness in the world,

of all that we need
to protect against.

From sorrow arises
love. Two wrapped-up as one
is love, a pretty bow.

What we stand to lose is all
we’ve ventured to gain.

At the heart’s gate,
a note pinned by a thistle,

so flyaway, sways
in the morning breeze,
discernible only in moonlight,

its message faded by rain.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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