ON HOLD

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love, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism

ON HOLD

I have put my desire on hold
all those needs to
squeeze you tightly up against me
whisper sweet and crazy stories
before it gets time
for lullabies

no today I am putting myself
totally at your service
will feed you, heal you,
make you so very well
so better than well
I had convinced myself that
this was within
my range, no
limit here to my capacity

could tend to you emotionally,
physically, spiritually
like a Saint

but then the word
“physical” got my
brain fuming, head spinning
for then, of
course that would imply
careful, tender washing

each and
every
part

so many
too many

lines here

of least resistance.

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SUBTRACT ME

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death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

THE SEA MISSES ME

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Desire, Mami Wata, mermaid, Ocean, poem, poetry, sea

THE SEA MISSES ME

the sea misses me

how the sea
is missing me!

(fleck of uncertainty
in my voice here)

so I write to the ocean
to say I am coming
writing waves and waves of words
watching them break as you
rise like a sprite, a nereid, like
Mami Wata
dark and naked except

for your snakes
would I could shape-shift
into one of your snakes

for the
sea misses me

how the sea
misses me

now you can see
why it should be
that the sea misses me

there before your eyes
as clear as day

MEDLEY

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art, innuendo, meaning, Metaphor, Music, poem, poetry, Reader, wordplay

MEDLEY

wish I were
a musician

I could find your
theme, compose
you a melody

if artist
I could paint your
fine features
on canvas or
across your skin

if poet
I might mumble
a few words
of relevance

words to
take you to
your storehouse
of tastes, touches
feelings
collected

sweetly, sadly,
perfectly as
memory

words to take you
words that
are the key

ENTIRELY

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catalyst, love, poem, Poet, poetry, Reader, wordplay, writing

ENTIRELY

I am limited
would hobble to
help as
fast as my broken
legs, my limited
lines are
able to

paint your walls, hang
up portraits, lay
down carpets that
are so very
good for
soft
on your feet

would spray perfume
leave you
so uplifted, yearning
for the world
to come see
come see

you on your throne, dressed
like a Queen
and me

disappearing over the horizon
happy for a moment to have
written you entirely.

REFILWE

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love, memory, poem, poetry

REFILWE

your phone voice:
it’s like a
call
from an angel

is like the kiss
of butterfly wings

stay in the beauty
that is beyond measure

when I have gone
when
you are the one
that remembers

my soul, if soul
I have,
and if able
to wish, wishing

you one
great blessing

the happiness that life
does not
always give

ON METHODOLOGY

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erotic, Ocean, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, research, sea, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

ON METHODOLOGY

She is staring out to sea
across the Indian today
tomorrow (will be)
across the Atlantic

and I am writing
a philosophical dissertation
on her body

not writing yet,
so much to write
squeeze into
that space

and so
whilst she stares across the ocean
taking in its majesty
I begin my field work
taking an
exploratory approach.

VULGATE VERSION

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erotic, female, innuendo, irony, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

VULGATE VERSION

let us not
interrogate
rather
translate

speak, teach, preach
each other
with
our tongues

and
deconstruct all presumption
if inner, deeper truth
from the
perspective of
those sweet margins

and the church of dark and
light and gorgeous surface
lead us to
altar

sacred, hallowed
place where
rose
open, unfold
all
is revealed

your text, my text
unabridged, as
vulgate version

here
where
in plenitude

our meaning begins
is shared, it ends
(note on which
it all
depends)

INDIGO TOO

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arrogance, blue, Creativity, Ending, god king, Humanity, loss, male, narcissism, Narrative, Patriarchy, poem, poetry, power, satire, Sexual, sexual symbolism, writing

INDIGO TOO

blue sky
so blue
every vein in
my brain bursts

until the Universe
is like shot with a
red filter is
like Doppler receding

my hair
my life
red shifting out
of nowhere

and I do love
spontaneous combustion
creation
ex nihilo
(my ex is
a nihilist
after me
she became a nihilist)

but deus ex machina that
almost my logical
definition not
my true love

the idea that the Universe
(slime-ball it sometimes is)
should contrive to
send down a chariot
teleport, use the
Led Zeppelin escalator

to save some golden god-Emperor
whose life is all
about

reflecting the light

save him from crude
poetic justice, rewrite
his history airbrushing all flaws

this after caught flagrante delicto
in act of
swearing my
true love into
absolute self-slavery and
sexual submission

until she is but a discarded, blissful shell
of a character,
item of convenience

sacrifice most divine
(echo with me
always: her last delicious
licking of lips)

blue sky then
lots of cool blues to choose from
ice to cerulean
turquoise, indigo too

CASCADE

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death, loss, love, poem, poetry, Separation

CASCADE

I tumble or
I fall

but neither of these
are dignity words

so let me say rather
that I cascade
into your arms
or out of them
depending

but let me lie here
letting the film run
as we humans are wont
(certainly, when it comes
to humans of the masculine persuasion
their lexicon barely more
than a list
of sexual puns)

and then
let me imagine my goodbye to the flesh
is a goodbye to you
up close and personal
in the flesh
your flesh, or body,
so to speak

but it is all
about your body I cannot speak
or even worse, cannot stop speaking.