Jelly fish or rock?

  

Monday, March 30, 2015

I feel each crease

In the palm of your hand

As it moves over me,

Soft always leading to hard,

As life’s calluses

Wears me away

I am the stone

The sea waves wash over,

Thinking I am so permanent

Or powerful yet

Gets consumed over time

Each wave’s rhythm

Stripping from me

Layers of my invulnerability,

Until I am raw

And naked

With nothing to protect me

And still it goes on,

A ceaseless stroke of salt

That leaves me

Drowning in foam,

A sand crab seeking holes

Into which to bury myself,

Seeking warmth

Seeking to leave the waves pass

Flowing over me

And through me,

Each tide turning me

Into a quivering mass

Of transparent flesh,

I am jelly fish

After all,

Shivering with the subtlest touch

Pretending I am a stone

Or crab or anything other

Than what I am,

Pretending this salty kiss

Does not affect me

When it shake

At the mere thought.

Solace

Friday, March 20, 2015

I put it all in your mouth

Ever sacred word

Or secret thought

Until it spills out

At your lips

My madness dripping

Down your chin,

And you, savagely

Hungrily licking

To catch each drip

This pursuit of knowledge

This intense ache

For the sweet fruit

A passion for mystery

We cannot contain,

Me, pumping you full

Of my misconceptions

You taking in ever bit of it,

In a fit of love,

We rock over

This smooth landscape,

Seeking solace

In what we spill

And cannot catch,

Both of us consumed

By it all,

Both of us needing

It to keep going

Even as it drips out

Through our outstretched

Fingers.

A cold kiss

February 7, 2015

The snow falls on an already frozen earth

A kiss of winter I cannot avoid

So soft I ache to embrace it

Though we know it only lengthens

And makes the ache worse

As we make our way through it,

This is no great storm

I will tell my grandkids about

Just a huff of winter’s breath

I will soon forget,

A brief embrace I cling to

A frigid touch that burns inside

So gentle on my upturned lips

I can barely feel its kiss

Or believe that the same hard winter

That brought on the ice

Brought this through the haze of cloud

And the brief glimpses of sunlight

That sneak through the veil

Chill fingers seeking softness

And making me melt

I walk in a dream of falling flakes,

My hands working through

This frail fabric searching

My fingers seeking warmth

I struggle to find,

Needing to feel real warmth,

Teased by this cool temptation,

This promise for more,

Needing it to fill me up,

Touch me from the inside out,

Needing to move as it moves

To feel as it feels,

Kissing it as it kisses me,

Needing to know it all

Before it fades away,

A kiss that comes from another

Warmer time and place,

Dancing before me

Like an illusion

No sale

(Girl in the black dress at the Red Baron December 27, 1978)

Seated on a bar stool

as if a throne, she said,

“So, you want it,”

You want it so bad

You can taste it,

Ache for the flavor of it?

Does it dance on the edge of your tongue?

You’ve have it before, but not from me,

Tearing open blue jeans with your teeth.

You’re so suave, so unique

You handle us all so well,

Or so you say.

I don’t need proof, thank you.

But you if you need it

Then dig it,

I want something, too,

Something else

Something you don’t have,

Something,\

Somewhere,

Someone

Once called love

And like me

It ain’t for sale.

So beat it.”