Tag Archive: twin souls


P.S. L*>@ You Too

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February 3, 2016

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

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Unfinished

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January 25, 2016

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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Till Then

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January 24, 2016

Her voice rained down
where flowers grow
her eyes pored over
light there in the wound
in lieu of certain love
chose bewilderingly
to allow it to unravel
a spiral at a time

Chagall 2016

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First Dates Are Tricky

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January 12, 2016

I picked her up 8 PM

As she locked the front door
I stood aside breathing in deeply
the cold winter sky

Where are we off to?
she asked excitedly

Pointing up I blurted
Orion Nebula, a star-forming region
below Rigel and Betelgeuse
there’s some folks I’d like you to meet

After staring at me long and hard, she said
Wait here a moment, let me grab my gloves

Chagall 2015

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Tell Me About Her

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January 11, 2016

Colored beads cover every atom of her surface
skin to halo collisions create misty aura

En pointe her tenons convey the brace of hearts,
on flex she sighs as she stretches that about her which is ground –
not earth, but the space against her figure where existence breaks into outline
against the void she enables

She hurtles through space, falls at the same pace
as mystifying tendencies there on the outskirts

My fingers trace her hem to a chorus of Amen
remnants of older chants echo about us

There is sadness in her beauty
melancholia piques her desire

We find random wonderful happenstance
perfect such that there’s no need for change
so we will time to stop to persist every aspect
to christen Us as timeless

Together we as twin stars bare
heavier atoms still

Chagall 2015

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Fondly

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January 10, 2016

There are high tones
in all things about her

Smell, sound, taste,
touch, sight

Her presence brings quick arousal,
awareness that life starts here

As her dimensions deepen
I find myself more
mystifyingly immersed

Oddly – sadly –
perhaps it is time
to part

Chagall 2015

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Optical Collusion

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January 5, 2016

Too much optimism is cloying
while actuality is not quite as stark
as the realists might think

There is truth in the ground
but one needs to make figure
go away to see dark matter

The two profiles are the urn
a kiss creates then spills an ewer of honey
making for sticky back and fore grounds

Your aroma is metal, flinty
yet underneath sweet like talc
provoked aflame you are caramel

Stretched, kept in contact too long we fuse
the undersides along the length of our arms
our bellies plus our thighs adhere

Erasing the lines that define us
we become amorphous form with shading

Chagall 2016

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Largesse

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December 19, 2015

And when he leaves she finds small gifts
tucked away, odd corners

nonpareils
cherries

bittersweet sandies

Chagall 2015

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Étoile

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December 17, 2015

A shooting star
twilit celestial filaments
across my lashes no longer than half-an-inch

yet up there the fantail of light
is twice many billion miles
nearer than your lips and heart
to mine.

We caress at time’s edge
under corona, or maybe it’s umbra
but who’s to say?

Steady pulse
of shade to light
shadow to crown and
you to rain.

We are leaves invert
we are tips of roots
we are that from which all is derived
we are constellations.

We have begat
the universe

that which is
out there
is small.

Chagall 2015

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A Poem For Sara

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December 15, 2015

Wielding the pen is the poem
is it not?

That we are at all
more ponderous
than why.

Tell me again what I’ll tell you,
I never grow tired of hearing.

You arrive before that which precedes me,
such is my life, these latent neurons.

And love?
Rain, alchemy, inevitable parting,
the last touch of fingertips in a crowd.

The sweet and sour and salt of you –
such a heady bouquet.

Chagall 2015

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