Weather Report

I want to rain/storm
your entire body
with care, subtle

misting, wild torrents.

Drench and glisten
your explorer's mind,
kiss your rainbow hair

through every weather.

Listen to you sing bits,
straight and feathery
into  my good ear

like a new/born lark,

like a dark cloud
spilling scintillas
of Light

into a pail
of pure dawn.

Virginal

Sweet thing, such a sweet thing

in this small courtyard of surprise

where afternoon sun silkens

shoulders that ache.

Your breasts of moist moonlight,

your presence, a nectar shining

like rain onto earth’s first moments.

Your freckled smile a gift

to relinquish, not hold nor keep.

Your cloak of sky, chipped edges

faded from loving through salt

marsh and tide,

reveals oceans of radiance

that mend, nourish, gently

unbind.

Here in grief’s well

I sit in virginal stillness

taken by your gaze,

your being so kind.

Origins of silence

cry from your eyes.

This joyride of innocence

steals my breath, my doubt.

I whisper ‘thanks’, stagger

through puddles of absence,

of memory that swell

our two hearts.

And alone, together

in life’s hour of quiet

we tremble,

we weep.

Summer’s Feast

Joy upon joy

Upon joy

Bursting forth as

Three or four
Seahorses

Sashay across

Skies of brilliant

Blue.

This life-

Briefest puffs of colorful light

And our feast sprawled

Atop a picnic table.

The faces we've loved

Grin and shimmer, hovering

Above a field of green

That stretches before

Pie-stained purple lips

To a stand of birch trees,

Leafy fledglings astonished

And laughing in summer’s

Breeze murmur thanks,

At long last,

Remembering

Everyone.

               Virgin

Sweet thing….such a sweet thing

in a small courtyard of surprise

where afternoon sun silkens

my shoulders that ache.

Your breasts moist as moonlight,

your presence a nectar shining

like rain.

Your freckled smile

a gift to relinquish,

not to hold nor keep.

Your cloak of sky, chipped edges

faded from loving through all time,

reveals oceans of radiance

that mend, nourish, unbind.

Here in grief’s well

I sit in stillness, taken

by your gaze,

your being so kind.

This joyride of innocence

steals my breath. I whisper

‘thanks’ as I stagger

through newfound puddles

of absence that swell our two hearts.

And alone, together in life’s quiet,

we tremble, we weep….

Lifetimes

The decades, the lifetimes 

it’s taken 

to glean 

what suffering and love

are speaking.

And still, my hearing 

opens further,

unslaked