Black Moon

Look at your hands,

How they run,

Grandeur in all their porcelain comparison.

Do they reap the fruits,

of the maidens who've sewn,

leaves of pit into the ground?

Do they hold my head steady,

When you severe the throat

From the opening of white

Light?

The lilies in the forest,

Why do they grow?

Crooked, in the damp freeze.

All the planets

With there cool breeze,

Frozen over the black cloud.

Over there,

How they run from you,

Little claws stomach,

Sea shells, spiraling,

On the silver blade of

Blue.

Oh, the black moon.

god: question

and in all darkness you call... why have i not heard you before? was it I that closed the door to infinite beginning?

how humble I become when you show me the bruises, the torn skin, the smell...

why must I lay here in truth knowing that no perfection exists unto you?

it is in disgust that I rage, and with extreme love that I ask for vision,

how have you come here?

and what am i to you?

funny and strange.

it is funny
how when we meet,
the room fell
into pieces,
like a puzzle I could not solve.

and god found it strange
how you could have love over again,
so he let you go,
with any one, be,
and have ease with it.

but to me,
he left a difficult task,
so i could nurture and grow
into life,
a light in the dim edge of hope.

marriage: to rilke.

we carry wrapped around
our head and hands,
the talisman of sanction,
the communion of bondage.

how steep our chapel roars,
from the hill within the bells,
angled to measure,
all frequency frozen.

the wind chimes
in revolution,
twirl the dagger to the wound,
she speaks in silence,
her song for the meadow.

and the laurel bush,
swallowed inside itself,
eternal beauty,
unto thorns like a rose.

G-d

i am totally yours god
..if only every lover could be like you.

photography

it is with ease,
and light,
slight distortion,
you color her,
with your mind,
beauty betrays you.

we could have
...
with love..
..gone away
further..
..cascaded
...
intimate with rage,
beauty to shadow,
permanent ink
on the sulfured bell flower.

how you despised
any constancy
with eros,
how afraid and fragile,
in the form of love,
you become hollow.

still, with my body, love: where do i meet you?

i am with my body, still,
as the morning cup of light,
a journey from
wild imagination,
only breath brings me back.

i cup my hand
under my breast,
it is silk with sheets,
a play of shadows,
finger puppets to the dark.

dark memory
with transient wind,
carried to the shore,
my sea shells in pink,
oh lover,
will you be there?

to those places
with winged smoke,
and cool street jazz,
water glass
and fountain fire
impressed upon the scene,
will you dance me there?

i'm to the garden,
soft, supple, moving
particle
of electric light,
to the memory,
it deceives me.

Honey,
oh how i crave,
the saccharine high,
to devour,
such sweet wax
and flower sex,
on my tongue,
dry and sticking,
like love
complicated to the senses.

Our Hollow Earth

...deep within the crater
of the earth center,
a sun spins,
an island of lost memory remains,
an orchid of the valley,
honey bees & wax kingdoms,
crystal ships, and
the center of the heart lotus.

The Unicorns in all there glory
still sing,
"High, oh,
The Priestess come,
save us from,
the blood of Virgin reign.
Gather Almighty,
the children of the brave,
forces of the star seed
from the cosmic milky way.
Down, down
trickle the star lights,
until
all the Universe
becomes again."

And the flowers bud,
deep to our surface,
the sun with vibration,
echoing into the sea...
The ships are coming,
as the legends say,
and the Priests shout,
"The book will set us free!"

mother.

my mother was born,
on a full moon,
during a rain storm,
it shattered so hard,
as delicate mirrors do.

mother,
how you arrived
gentle and frail,
giant like the wind,
a cup of morning bells
in the dawn.

gorgeous & bellowing,
how high the tides rose,
as she comes,
how she came,
lost to the sea of dreams.

in her flesh,
bare with white,
lilies frozen in their shell,
mimicking cloud berries,
how her wisdom grows.

and in the sea wind,
merchant tales,
the saint maidens lulling,
prayers to the sea gods,
she becomes,
moon stone,
rock,
jade green
among black.

mother, how you arrive
gentle and frail,
giant like the wind,
a cup of morning bells
in the dawn.

gorgeous & bellowing,
how high the tide rises,
when she comes,
with storm and wisdom.