“Lovedream”
Benevolent spirit
With face of soft-light brilliance
Sing for me while the music of your mind
Flows forward from your fingertips
Your handsome heartbeat
Echoes of a loveliness
That challenges gravity
The dreamy hum of angels wings
Has not so velvet a touch
As your white shadow
Transfix me with the balletic grace
Of your merest motion
Drown me in the depths of your eyes
O earthly Grecian god
Of mythical birth and beauty
Stand tall before me and
Guide me through the
Cadences of dreams
“Black Mirror”
Is it even possible to see yourself
In a black mirror?
Notwithstanding the wavy lines
The bent surfaces
The curving of light in ways offensive
To the original image?
Yes if you consider that
The indistinction
Of lines and forms
Is the fluid reflection of
Life in realtime
And perhaps
This is how
We really look
“Impressionistic”
I am the color of your mind.
An inkblot of sorts
Spilled out in a puddle across the page—
Make what you will.
You say I’m undefined
But then,
What is the color of the mind?
“The Dissolution of Lotus Flower”
i am
inexplicably
seemingly randomly
though
utterly perfectly
arranged
to produce something
that never was
or ordinarily should be—
artfully deranged
“Aloofness Betrayed”
Has anyone ever told you
You look like Lorca?
And your eyes are appealing
Because
You don’t walk alone
We are angels in the wild
Who never come full circle—
This has been going on from the beginning
When you gave me rose petals
Because
You said they played well
Off the colors
Of my mind
We stand
A miscreant pair
In peachless morning
And you sit back and wonder
Who you are
Or do you know?
I’ve been tamped down over the years
But I will not die now
Because you look like Lorca
And I am not a rose.
“An Ariose Sound Which, Caught by Chance, Made me Fly”
Pretty chords drop
from your guitar
Like pearls of dew sung
into pools of gold
Rippling the crystal surface
of summer evening
And my soul overflows
The confines
Of my
Flesh—
So many
Ineffable expansions
Of my mind—
And the sums reverberate
In
Every
Molecule
that is
Me
Play on
And liberate me
From these
Terrestrial
Binds
“Unspoken Collaboration”
I rise on the
poetry of his powerhouse,
his fingertips wrapped
around my soul
Another tryst
finding solace in word-lust,
unlocking the poetry
within
And in seconds,
something great
is written
in unspoken collaboration
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