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Intercession

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June 19, 2013

I am secure in the dark tunnel
your hair frames about my face.

The nightroom is violet,
moonlight rouges your cheeks.

Gentian fills the air, we’re children, we whisper excitedly
into each others ear, ticklish, warm, and sensuous.

We move invisibly, pepper-silk sheets, timeless postures,
silhouettes against the open bay windows.

Night breeze blows cool streams across the bed,
refreshes me, each time I rise and fall.

I stare at the grace of the arc you cut,
at all of the napes where you crane.

My straddles throw you in shadow or allow you to be lit,
depending on where I am, between you and the light.

And when we perfect the flip, you’ll do the same for me:
twin souls dancing to the strains of a forgotten eclipse.

Tags: Bay window, breezy dark rooms, Eclipse, kindred spirits, Love, moonlight, soul, soulmates, twin souls

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Yes, Of Course They Kiss

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June 15, 2013

I promise to be good no more, my ulterior motive, my alter-ego,
boundless, shaken loose as altar palsy,
would rock the Casbah on the organ in the apse.

Starry-eyed?
I’d sleep one-eye open, if I were you.

Too many ellipses, methinks,
too many bombardiers, outweigh the troubadours;

I’ve reckoned it’s important
to protect the flank without disturbing the garden?

Eat, drink, be merry, with others as well as your own.
do not harm each other, or be concerned with things;
love the earth.

There’s full moons tonight all over the worlds,
everywhere lovers heave sighs, look up,
to where you are, just far away,
in the light from old stars, open-lipped and breathless.

Tags: Casbah, full moon, Love, love lost, Music, Sleep Disorders

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Simple Like When

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June 13, 2013

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So much to do,
to get to you.

Think, write,
speak, then wait
for you.

Air carries
me, my sound
to your drum.

Ticklish cilia
let you
hear me.

Pheromones moan,
how silly, mon petite amie.

I’m upside-down,
there in your head;
eyes right me up!

Kisses happen
the moment before
you realize.

But my heart
persists on a tight-wire,
your same pulse.

Beating quantum
at the synapse,
the heat we share.

Your name
is your aroma,
the things I know you by.

The feel of an eyelash,
open, close,
on a cheek.

A tear’s last moment,
at the jaw line,
just before the drop.

Never felt
so weightless
before.

Or
ever
since
after.

Tags: Computer Science, D-Wave Systems, Love, love lost, New Mexico, Quantum computer, Quantum Computing, Quantum cryptography, Quantum mechanics, Theoretical

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This is your going to sleep call

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June 9, 2013

Odd, that I know
more telephone numbers
from years ago, than I do from now.

Could rattle yours off in rhythm,
do-wop, blue-eyed: soulful.

Your voice was analog then, coming through
the earpiece diaphragm, a black heavy handset,
you landline babe – you! – not digital.

It resonates still against my cheek
yet struck duller tones then
against my pillow.

Sometimes you’d drift,
perchance to dream,
we, still talking,
while morning trucks started
slowly making their way,
hello to the new day.

Okay, let me let you go.
Go get some sleep.
Sleep will do us both some good.
Good night.
‘night.

Tags: long distance, Love, pillow talk, Sedative, Sleep disorder

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Memo

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June 8, 2013

To those who don’t get it:

Please don’t hurt us
while we wait.

Especially since,
we wait for you.

Tags: humanity, Love, patience, principle

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The Sixth Sunday

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May 5, 2013

Lydia awaits,
baptized at the riverside;
she invites us, “Stay.”

At Thayati’ra,
we sleep atop purple goods,
feed on simple breads.

“Strong heart, it’s farewell.”
He’d have liked you, my sister,
as I, most beloved.

Back at Sam’othrace,
I think of her, still smell her;
she is not like me.

Tags: Acts of the Apostles, Easter, Love, Lydia, Most Beloved, Paschal

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Hedgerow (Song for Amanda)

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April 30, 2013

It’s been said
love’s accents are all that remain,
the patois of paradise.

The bloodrush, quick pulse,
nuance, inflection,
when spirits soar.

But now there are no words.

Every way back
to you is blocked.

Halls that lead to nowhere:
the shady corners
of your maze.

I shout your name
from under the canopy,
ancient fronds.

Cool pools lap,
the sole reply
in chill morning.

Haze about my ankles
swirls and spirals me up,
through the thicket.

Aloft,
I search about the mist,
but find I’m no less lost,
despite this vantage.

I sense
I am
imperishable.

I return to my native seat
when the music stops,
sure to find you there,
but mistaken.

I am alone
on the edge that lies ahead,
eternal as the road behind.

So strange to live forever?

Stranger still
that we were at all.

Tags: eternity, hedgerow, Love, paradise, soulmates

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The Fifth Sunday

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April 28, 2013

Fresh heaven, new earth,
Jerusalem, the betrothed:
Love as he loves you.

Tags: Easter, Love, Paschal

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For A Sleeping Chloé

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March 24, 2013

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Last night when I came into the bedroom,
I turned the light on low. You were asleep
with the most wonderful look on your face.

On your back with your hands drawn to your chin,
your shoulders raised in a shrug, eyes tight,
Duchenne smile, you beheld the marvelous,
cheeks red, lips pursed in amazement, as if
you were witnessing the birth of a star.

I watched you, in the presence of angels,
then I closed the light and raised the blanket,
and cautiously slid in there beside you,
so not to startle, jar your reverie.

I found my place in our nighttime hollow,
sunk in the mattress, you shifted and slid
into orbit along my gravity,
snuggling up warm and long against my back.

We are ancient Mayans drawn on the wall,
in the capsule, awaiting reentry.