I
heraldic blazoned across his face
singing down light,
caught in the morning crest.
II
decadent legs puckered
clear as clicquot aged on fine lees.
oh the veneration,
unable to disgorge his mind from her world
III
he casts stones in the sea
sending ripples through me.
heavy waters
fill my heart so quickly.
IV
a left foot puddles in the sands
demi-sec sometimes brut,
always a sweetened dosage
of liqueur d'expedition right in my veins.
V
brazen new lover
changed in one number,
dancing to time
eve keeps us from our slumber
wondering what will be forgotten.
VI
wake under the same sun
we all look upon,
orbiting in worship
hypostatically united
called to the same supper.
VII
he naps while i read a novel,
the wind in the pages
eyes try to follow.
two lovers wrapped in book covers
bodies of a banner
full of last nights sparkle and glitter,
stir in the cure of blood and bitters.
VIII
crisp white clothe waves
like long arabic letters caught in four winds.
the deck slightly breaks
and i fall to arms.
IX
phoenix fingers rise
kissing lips
with date cultivar,
sweetest red palm wine,
and caviar
with a touch of dark jaggery
calm.
X
aswoon in confetti
and riches,
victory over flesh
awards the palm branch,
as the tiny bird
sings to my spirit.
XI
once a day, every day
for the rest of eternity,
searching for the lost slipper
just before midnight
the chase continues, a chase
that sometimes flips
to turn the dark on the light
stepping on our shadows
touching in loneliness.
XII
one last year
stuck in homeland
with faded pictures
and identity keys
sure to travel with the trees.
another year of green wood
lies in front of the rabbit
herding sheep
through fainting nerve plants.
XIII
satellites in moonglow
reflections
cast out to the universe
a seed upon the air.
today resolves nothing
in the illusion of this complexion.
XIV
faraway from home
and broken waterford glass,
we add to the banner
crossing borders lightly
like clouds
wafting in colors
carrying the rain in us.
XV
framed portraits hang
on the walls of our souls,
a regal hand hidden in a jacket
hung on golden buttons,
it is a thrill to appear in his eyes
at grace with the age of the frame.
XVI
my years, our years, divine years
cling to the coming back,
tearing through time
turning water to wine
transient nests
fly in the eye of the storm.
XVII
fighting the old, building the new
that never faces change in a mirror,
daunting peas with clear black eyes
achieve perfection in the often.
XVIII
he grabs my hand
and we walk a little longer in the cold,
our backs to the warm breeze
steady on the quiver of the arrow.
adding petals around the rose
not every dice counts.
forget five not,
where citizens are forbidden to enter.
XIX
feathers fly -dust rise!
stuck in the gravity of the situation
stable around a luminous sphere
of plasma,
we burn slowly.
extinguished to come around again
and you do not recognize me
this time advancing faster
on the spinning cycle in a dusk of lies.
XX
realized in the awareness
of the auroras,
the night lit up in fireworks
falling to the sea
that comes between us.
XXI
-the infant year -the infant spirit
ghostly waits for theotokos
stella maris
the star of the sea to birth into one
and she sat under the same sun
chewing on the fruits of his voice
eyeing the mouth she will never kiss.
releasing his hand, her shadow danced
from his land.
XXII
no results match your search
so the world gets less hungry
and you wish to take the rose with you,
but i can only tell you the name of the game.
the answer is always zero or even,
forget hello world
the matrix is petals around the rose.
XXIII
i am in the center surrounded
by fused corolla of virtue and reason,
petals of every element,
petals of every scent.
my song is in the codex sub rosa
flowering in galaxies
blinded in lustre from the nimbus.
XXIV
folded only for a moment,
we grabbed the rose offered under radiance
disintegrating in our passports
with words in last years language.
on this first morning of a new year
words awake in a new voice purged in hellebore
born from the snow of a winter rose
dare to be wise. sapere aude!
