Hangovers and Pancakes.
Trees and tall foreign birds.
I return
to capture past victories
only to realize the defeat
of me,
in me.
Brazilian babes shouting.
Robin
talking to me
about shoes,
or clothes….
I don’t remember…
because
it was was Robin fuckin’ Williams.
Best day of my fuckin’ life.
But.
I am here
now
Again.
Not my best day.
But a good day.
A damned
Good day.
Love
Lust
Life…
MEAT.
All fighting inside of me.
All
Losing.
But
I
Win,
when I submit.
to you.
the rattle of happy windows.
a whirl of bronze and yellow....
scratching,
and rustling.
jasmin and bougainvillea-
vainglorious till the end,
sigh under a cool breeze,
fading with dignity,
into this quilted pageant of decay.
and Night whispers
at midday,
"yes, you already know my name"
traipsing through the treeline...
gliding
with such grace....
or
was that me?
the hearth beckons,
cackling songs of last winter:
lovers' vows of the succour to come...
but i yearn
yet
to touch your ghostly presence
feeling
along my skin in the darkness.
are you ready?
in the silence
there is nothing
but
the faint cry of infinity,
yearning to touch
and
be touched
by the ferocity
of this soul.
the maelstrom awaits.
the winds wind down into the dawn,
whispering
and waiting
for night to return, and
to carry the wildness
of our dreams
and desires
into the forest
of want
and despair,
where I wait naked
and ready
for your love.
am i that rainbow which i seek
hiding
always
beyond the next peak?
am i that dream which i desire
lighting
this heart
aflame with desire?
i close my eyes
and yearn no more
and finally i
enter the door.
besotted by truth
and drowning in reality,
one heart mourns what could not be:
two souls cursed to cleave and be free.
bitter silence whets perfection.
yearning satisfies a sweet tooth.
yet,
even as absence feeds
the emptiness lingering within,
you my love,
are full
of becoming.
rolls down so slow.
rips the emperor's robe.
rumbles on the heartbeats of billions.
remembers, and says, no more.
frozen
in this moment,
before the floodgates
of inevitability
and love.
why must it always hurt
so
much?
i am but
a son
of
the sun,
so full
of fire
and,
love,
yet I thirst
for your
golden,
silver,
or fiery
rise,...
i thirst,
my midnight lover, always
for you.
whispers linger in this darkness,
steeped in shadow.
seeking to fly free,
free as the swallow.
i love you...
who hear this song.
if not,
the reckoning calls.
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