Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Love

The word in your accent
Feels suddenly warm, clear
Like light reflected in beams
Off of a spinning crystal
Warm and bright and clean

When it is night
We form an alliance
Walking on untouched paths
Trembling together in shadows
Shaking into a confused union
Only to feel the rise and fall
Of breathing in an embrace

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Shawerma

Close your mouth softly around me
I'll leave my flavor on your lips
Close your eyes and gently bite me
Break away slow from my tip
Your sensuous tongue let it curve
Moisten me and break me down
Among my textures let it swerve
Humus and tahini finely ground
I'll melt inside your enzyme embrace
Give me over to your molar powers
I hope you never forget my taste
Remember, I love to be devoured

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

the mississippi river empties into the gulf, by Lucille Clifton (1996)

and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
everyday someone is standing on the edge
of this river, staring into time,
whispering mistakenly:
only here. only now

Moonburn, by Marge Piercy (1997)

I stayed under the moon too long.
I am silvered with lust.

Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.
My voice is trees tossing in the wind.

I loose myself like a flock of blackbirds
storming into your face.

My lightest touch leaves blue prints,
bruises on your mind.

Desire sandpapers your skin
so thin I read the veins and arteries

maps of routes I will travel
till I lodge in your spine.

The night is our fur.
We curl inside it licking.

Monday, January 2, 2012

from “Thorow” by Susan Howe (1990)

image

lift off slow

wake up
lift off slow
clouds blow
lights and shadows
play on the ceiling
lying in bed thinking
chocolate ice cream licking
sweet hindi music streaming
sun shining warm blanket folding
holding
the phone that connects me to you

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Dawn

Rose coloured it rose
Soft, fast, bright
Rising rose colouring
The white, the light
Swiftly, quietly rose
Breaking broke