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Warm Rivulets Between Rills

You remind me of someone you were, how you do that
so perfectly effortless

Evoke the we that we were
cue the salty sea air

Everything about then is beach-washed
designs, that’s how I remember

How could it be otherwise, the
other times we would soar

Just a little
bit more

We remind us
of then

Join me. Inhale – long –
and hold it gently.

© Chagall ∞

Somber Auburn Maria

I’d once written
Why write a sonnet when a scream will do?
and now I am thinking that an opus is unnecessary
if a mere aside can convey ample poignancy.
Such uneven lines but they’re scented. Where is the real?
I remember Mary even through the haze, how steady and rock-solid
she was, I could hug her and nestle deeply there for hours, or days, spent many a lifetime contemplating her most heavenly face and rubbery delicious lips and cheeks and long stretches along the neckline; I need meaning in each moment – I suffocate otherwise. I hesitate to take the time to narrate a deeper story for fear of failing to convey anything and therefore would regret having wasted our mutual time. hers and mine. Shouldn’t we simply abandon our search? Nubile rubbing of the nubs is how angels beget – it’s allowed there within the confines of wingspans, celestial light like champagne ices me pink from head to toe, I’m a garnish to her night on the town, I dance and rock hard like the fourth horn in the section, I am simply sunglasses and quinine water atop bitters and rocks, I jiggle my shoulders in beat sometimes rather than my waist and hips, or sometimes just a nod, a tilt of the head like this – see that! Hear that? Oye! Oye, Marie? The figures are jade, intricately reptilian, self-referencing, Escher-like in their wrap-around. There are older turquoise figures that you would think would be younger. She once made me a hot drink of sweet white maize water and freshly ground cacao, sugar, without chili.  I sipped the thick chocolate while she unbraided her hair and rubbed scented balm on her breast.  I remember the desire to write and to play music, to create in a world so filled with creation, a desire so intense that it overwhelmed me and incapacitated me such that I was unable to respond with anything meaningful.  Ambition birthed and squelched.  In her presence I am inspired to leave behind some remnant, an artifact memorializing my having been here, a monument that captures the light of this day, the song of this hour, the perfume of the tilt of the sky, the spray of life from her lips when she cries out in joy, my joy is her.

© Chagall 2017

Table 12

Yes – perfect – place her there,
far from the maddening roar of
the love these two share.

© Chagall 2016

The Pair

She couldn’t
remember which
we’d said we’d want
so she brought both
calliopes as well
as kaleidoscopes how
wonderful they went
hand-in-hand

Chagall 2016

3 Questions

She started to fall so
I tilted her back to the wall
– just so – that way her heart
wouldn’t break

Some water?
I offered
she gazed through me numbly
a beam between two pairs of eyes too deep
had nothing to hide
she proffered

Is it love
or affliction
she whispered
and isn’t it just
the truest of times?

Chagall 2016

Second Time Around

How stupid I was to think
that initials carved lower on tree trunks
were by definition made younger in time

Chagall 2016

Willed Free

How did we get here – do you know?
I asked uncertain of the blue

in the surrounding she replied
They’ve decided the moment repeats forever

Just you and me

I understood the nature of fate, she knew
It will have to do

Chagall 2016

The Go-Between

I told her
as you had asked
that she knew nothing of moons

that it was waxing and gibbous

and she replied to tell you that
you are an idiot as anyone can see
that it’s nothing of the sort

but indeed instead waning crescent

She added
it comes with old age

then she gave me this kiss and this locket
she said that you’d know

Chagall 2016

P.S. L*>@ You Too

I’ve no hatches to batten
down and round I go

in a spin
ancient
dark funk

Goodnight to all along Battenkill
(frigging spellchecker never heard of the place nor the river)

How many pounds of flower
does it take to hold one down
and round I go

in a spin
some sort of voodoo
I take it

I gather
assemble all I can

we take us with us
by the tree on my count
let’s mark time briskly

we escape
one by
one

Regather
two
by two

slithering down
and around I’m gone

in a spin
merely light minutes
away

Chagall 2016

Unfinished

I came across
my draft of a poem
started a while back

It reads as if
we’d been interrupted
for all it says is

She

Chagall 2016

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