Always measure out
what you seek
to boil
Anything more
is waste
Anything less
is short
I’ve got it down
to a spiral
of steam
© Chagall 2013
Tag Archive: poetry
Belly to belly,
a hard drop
on a mogul
thigh to thigh
akimbo dance
in bright light
flesh to flesh
hard slaps
flush and bracing
Palm to palm
we explore
the cushion there
Cheek to cheek
to lips to lips
then tongue to tongue
breath to breath
breathless, out of beat
rushed and laughing
mint
everywhere
© Chagall 2013
I thank you
for imparting
in me the sense
– the very capacity –
to acknowledge blessings
for which I’d be
thankful
© Chagall 2013
So much life in dirt
tales of yore of gallant deeds
billions per earth’s inch
© Chagall 2013
In February
at Mardi Gras
we ride top-down
we sport our ware
we reflect in moonlight there
where the earth splits
where we drop
off the horizon
At the water’s edge
I’ll confess
I’ll tell her
I’m a snowfall
in Harlem
in streetlamp
to twirl
to the ground
In freefall
I tumble
wildly
like a pollynose
shed from trees
lit in long slants
of sun ray
cold and oblique
to the ground
Enough to tease
but surely not
enough to grow
one gets impatient
to wait for spring
to roll through
time on a promise
wishful to think
more than passion
Some nights
in definite
bold relief
stark engravings
where the lean sight
of you cascades
over me
in ribbons
of perfumed hair
Too fleet
so many things
come and go
too quickly
so much time
stirs yet so
little ado
© Chagall 2013
You are
a thousand percent
correct.
No other
woman,
holy or not,
would say that,
I absolutely
agree.
How funny
was that
though?
© Chagall 2013
Too many people
need a name
for what they’ve got
Otherwise,
what is it?
There’s got to be something
good for whatever
this is
Once upon
a gridlock
dreary
All joy
halted
Seized
and stopped
No longer
sings
beautiful
sine-shaped
melody
Piqued
at odd angles
to harmony
This is what
I’ve got
Can you
cure it?
No matter the cost,
I’ll pay
© Chagall 2013
I hold the best dreams
special for a lost old friend
she seeks us this dawn
© Chagall 2013
My poems
are like cameos
They show up
in your life
every now and then
In profile,
on a bus,
a shadow,
off far away
Lyrics that strike you
on a dare
from the ledge
Where
only
small
foot
steps
keep
you
from
fall
© Chagall 2013
A bridge with your name
Where slow cabs drive lovers home
Early dawn next day
© Chagall 2013
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