Tag: 04-78

 A real pleasure to please
 this woman whose been coming
 around and be lost sometimes in her.
 Lost meaning   a letting go
 of midnight strolls
 through disembodied faces
 accusing and disgusted.
 Letting go of staring into
 fissures amid blue velvet;
 the beauty of my eyes.
  
 This tongue of mine 
 has tasted otherness
 in your mouth 
 under your tongue
 over mine
 tasting otherness.
  
 Outside the trees are blossoming.
  
 My sister in law 
 is pregnant
 with a child
 who will one day
 attend my wake,
 all things for the best,
 everything is come again,
 come again
 verdant bulge
 of this Earth 
 urging,
 come again
 Spring. 

 Dark Holes
  
 Cradled
 in your thighs,
 musing into you
 over origins,
 over desires
 and the taste 
 of returning
 into 
 dark holes.
  
 Kissing
 along you,
 looking into
 the nightful chasms
 of your eyes
 and wondering...
  
 If our bodies
 enter and leave
 through earthen holes
 tasting 
 of the sea,
 than what of us
 is born awash
 in the springs
 of vision
 and what returns
 there?
 And to what eyes
 where?
  
 A promise spoken
 softly in the brown
 way you look
 at me,
 that while
 there is dying
 there is no death
 and of birth
 and death
 there is only
 the urging
 through dark
 earthen holes
 tasting
 of the sea
 and all desire,
 just a taste
 returning.