GIFT

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love, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, poststructuralist, sexual symbolism, spiritual, theological

GIFT

gift that we
give each other

trust Monsieur Derrida
to wrap an aporia
in with this

and me
thinking what
you are about to give
an act of
grace
special sacrament

that thing whose
mode of existence
might be open
to question
and yet which
cannot but truly
embody your essence
(prove to be nothing
if not its most faithful expression)

Oh this theology
I am up there with it
see how
in the hands
of the artist
whatever is in fact realized
all things are possible

my poem
each line a
finger and
a string

could be said
to be arrowing for you
yet never
so linear

Oh such hands
such hands

shaped for gifts
shaped for giving

everything about them
lending itself to metaphor

and so
insistent about
their service
augment the artist in
whatsoever inspiration

UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES

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poem, poetry, love, Desire, shaman, crazy

UNDER THE
CIRCUMSTANCES

let me go
deep
as I can
under the
circumstances

let me put
the “man”
in your
shaman

let us
pass through
doors and walls
turn this
Universe into
a window

let me count
infinity in
the pores
of your skin
every millisecond
of thought in
your crazy
imagination

let us
reverse
all polarities

turn
every
inside to out
every outside to in

DE RERUM NATURA

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metaphoric, Metaphysical, physics, poem, poetry, science, sex, Sexual, wordplay

DE RERUM NATURA

we were scientific
about the nature
of our relationship

discussed
the physics of coffee

the biological morphology
of caffeine in our bodies

and how we
should drown in
one gulp

and rush off
to the “laboratory”
to experiment

FLY

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erotic, love, poem, poetry, wordplay

FLY

fly here baby
come and
make love
to me

fly under the radar
baby
fly to high
for roadblocks
too fast
for
street patrols

fly here
fast and
cuddle up
next to me

still dark but
soon gonna be light
put your
arms around me
before the
Sun comes up

set this
man alight

fly fly fly
(you so
fly baby)

no one
no one

not me
nor my
waiting body

ever
could deny

GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION

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Desire, physics, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Sexual, wordplay

GRAVITY OF
THE SITUATION

what warping gravity
blessed you
with such curvature?

and yet
it is all
so relative

limited by the
flow of
desire

rippling through the channel
of space-time itself

bringing home to
me
needle rising
counter counting

the gravity
of the situation

COLD TURKEY

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drug, infatuation, love, poem, poetry

COLD TURKEY

hate the very thought
of going cold turkey

deleting all my links
refusing all your calls

no longer letting you
inspire the worst inclinations
of my erotic
imagination
(how negatively,
censoriously,
the world would react
to the
unbelievable
reality!)

hate the very thought
of losing the
intoxication of
your voice

seeing you
at a distance

knowing how
hopeless my addiction

how truly
terrible
the cure

SHE

Tags

Ocean, poem, poetry, power, sea, sexual symbolism, woman orgasm, wordplay

SHE

she thought
she had become the ocean

felt that she had
received mastery of the heavens

as the goddess of rain
the sky streamed
with life-giving
droplets

so powerful
this conviction

in the rapture of
her joy

no mere male mortal
like you or I

might tell
her otherwise

AT THE DEVIL’S DISCO

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Devil, poem, poetry, satire

AT THE DEVIL’S DISCO

was at
the Devil’s disco

everyone there
wanting to fellate
the DJ

and here I am
unspeakable, untouchable,
a creature of lack
surmising the presence
of a lover

thinking in this place
of total, absolute fake connection,
eternal need
there must be the
odd yearning, yawning
gaping chasm
of a self

came here driven
by desire to be filled

BETTER PLACE

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Beauty, Ending, erotic, innuendo, Life, loss, love, Metaphysical, mythology, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, transformation, Water, Water power astrological, woman, wordplay

BETTER PLACE
(for Francesca)

the Saint you were named after
loved little animals

they would lead him
to their little homes
invite him
to explore
their tiny burrows

it was Eden in my bedroom
and like our beautiful first parents
we failed to realize it

both of us born under that
divided, contrary, most transcendent
sign of the fish

it was
always like
when we got naked

deep ocean water filled the room
which, as we no longer
breathed air, only breathed
and devoured each other,
was no bother

we were swimming toward a mirage
swimming together towards
promise of something perfect
something infinitely better

when our vessel foundered
found itself
between Scylla and
Charybdis

between a
rock and
a hard place

and we
let the self-
contained fantasy slip away

lost our
special sea identities

left that deep
deep
special, sensual garden

for some supposed, half-
promised, presumed better place

SLEEK CREATURE

Tags

Beauty, Desire, poem, poetry

SLEEK CREATURE

a sleek shy creature
sidled into my office

spoke sparingly
yet with such laser focus
was scared she would
set fire to
and I would burn
with all my papers

still sadness however
(unless secret happiness and
ecstasy she keeping
tight under
her vest, close
to her chest)

I drool at the thought
that we find a place
where
truth or
dare
we do not care
if legion upon legion
of intimate, impertinent
questions

and in a flash (mercurial her
star and
therefore her nature)

she is gone
both of her, she and her
astral, silver messenger twin,
two
in one

and
I am back to
rewind and reset

first page of my
compendium of signs
thesaurus of code and
its interpretation

of the
innocuous, purely Socratic
methodical sign

there being
no subtext here of
a sexual kind

absolutely no such
linguistic subtext to
take into reckoning