We went to the church this night
I've touched your hand in my silence
You smiled
Soft, radiant
Like a full moon.
Seduction.
Do you know that this
Is a type of memory
Exclusively tied to the touch?
Haptic memory.
We looked around
The miracle of the night
The scents and
pollen of existence.
I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes.
I caught
A glimpse of her:
She looked so sad in this light
Like a friendly hand
just out of reach.
A candle stranded on
This church.
Soon she will disappear
into the calm
morass
Stay!
My Wild Love!
Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance
When your eyes fight
To explain.
I wanted to take you
Next to my chest.
The sound of
Your heart beat
Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of love.
I'm lost in the vanity
of the senses.
Have you ever seen "God"?
An angel runs
Through the sudden light
Through the church
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us.
Felt?
The Sun
The Moon
Heard? Music,
Voices
Touched?
Your hand.
Tasted?
water
And wine.
That’s how I met her,
lonely and frozen
And sullen
right from the start.
You want ecstasy
Desire,
Dreams.
The unfolding
instant of creation
Things are not exactly what they seem.
Mouth fills with
Taste of wine
A coin spins. The faces.
Two girls
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger.
The blonde one was called Endeavour
The brown one, Freedom .
We talked and they told me the story
Of Venus Delta's.
Lust.
She holds back the urge to masturbate.
I want you to touch me.
The still waters of your mouth
Under the trick of kisses.
Confusion
No connections
Girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Church heaven.
We are promised.
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
And velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's night
We of sundome and nights.
Where is the wine?
In that moment
We were infinite.
What can I do so that will
somehow reach her
on a Sunday Morning
When she's already back?
I dropped by to see you
late this night-
She said -
But you were out,
like a light
In its calm garden.
I wanted to feel your eyes on me
When I look away
What are you dreaming about?
You asked-
I am a guide to the Labyrinth
Monarch of the Volatile towers
on this cold stone
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath.
I will show you the girls of the ghetto
I will show you the burning well
I will show you strange people
haunted, beast-like, on the
verge of evolution.
Look at the
Brothels.
You smell like love.
I’m alive.
I’m Me!
Still laughing in the wind.