One Interpretation

You're the harlequin muse I wrote about last dream,
The face that has changed w/ the spiraling of my evolution.
& I do search, in movements that wave in tropical-like
Holidays, for the qualities that define brilliance.
Not to ever possess, but to inhale fairy tales I have
Never come across: recognizing heaven is as perfect as
The indulgence of the moon's music, as is strums
So gracefully across the strings of some honey'd sea.
I like to gaze upon its symmetrical wings
& assemble images that come to be synchronicities
Between myself & that of whom stands before me.
I like to kiss unhuried bliss & name it names
That only translate under the cool blisters of water.
I jump in to the aqua-scapes of many men & women
Swimming in the cosmic wilderness of a fantastic fate.
Here we are, lost spinning things, feeling our way thru
The colours of some absolutely infinite ocean &
We cannot define & every second
Spend great lengths of human language trying to describe:
Idealities & philosophies... what it means to be with you
& the correlations of feeling truth as it seeps
Into morning coffee revelations or in the monotone of
Cigarette smoke: intuitions of people: opinions:
My truth & equally yours: distinctions of love, like & hate.

Sometimes I Create

I'd like to live in it, w/ you Love:
A sea-shell palace erected f/
Bizarre Altantian topographies.

Naked foliage
Of our bodies as they breathe
The music of the ocean into cool

Patterns on the planes
Of a starlit vision: we become
Elements of eternal ecstasy...

We become mandalas
& I turn to you in a fishlike fashion
& drum possibilities of circulation:

Spirals.

Spirals, now swelling...
What's beyond the whirl of a galaxy?
It's ours... illuminated,

Un-dimensional.

I wring brisk harmonies that
Summon sable doves into the corridors
Of a moment that may have been

Only a flicker of a candle's memento,
Had we considered
The reality of truth or the truth of reality.

The failure of glass...

The failure of glass
Upon the passing of fingertips.
The sharp sound of its crash
Onto manila linoleum.
Drugged am I, every time
I make eye contact with you.
& as we turn & disperse,
I'm left in this scarlet dress.
A screaming trumpet,
Walking the tightrope in a
Publicized parade.
Aftermaths of Oriental bells
Rendering the art of seduction,
Ironic metaphor to my
Sedative gaze
As I brush the jaded grass w/
My now competent
Fingertips & fade
Into the violet tongues
Of those sugarless clouds.
A flute enters stage
Uncontrollably & dives in for
The theft of a metallic kiss.
It's a Hollywood romance &
I'm stuck somewhere between
Belief & skepticism
For the length of an electric
Pause...
An ageless famine.





Aphrodite bleeds into frame
W/waterfall arms & a cataract
Of pain as I feel my heart
Begin the welts
Of love's legendary fame!

December's diaphanous slaughter

January's delphinium daughter
In this gypsy garden w/ dazzling
Petal'd wings & an affinity for music.
An original aerial moonflower:
Resembling the haze of Aegean chrysoprase:
See it thickening along that lovesick watchtower:
The one w/ lavish, coral veins
That hang like bleeding cranes, over the
Majestic bank preserving Sappho's last hour.
Here I spent thousands of days,
Adrift in the mystique of a circadian swordplay:
In this high bungalow, kissing stars
& getting lost in the reflections in the reservoir
As it ripples & distorts the sirenian love-songs
That sing wordlessly behind my muffled breast.
I worshipped the ambient sound
Of waves crashing up against the weather-bound
Island: & the resonance that seemed to overpower.
One wintry morning the leaves whispered low
& for the first time I felt I wasn't a part of this
Art noveau painting; I had faded from it.
I elected to fly down into the flooded cascade
& trade my lotus wings to any mermaid
Who might share the longing to exchange perspective.
There was sugar in the summer draft
Lifting up my skirt against the rockshaft
As I climbed onto its rough bed, a shameless girl:
Legs spread upon the rock, frantically panting.
As the next surf swelled upon my body, I became
As soaking wet as the sea, enchanting the play
Of some water nymph or master of this realm.
F/ my salty lips to my capricious toes, unconcerned
What I exposed: the angle of me: directly begging.
O behold the bedlam of the oceanic boys,
The gods who make that moaning noise creep up
Into my lungs: such a gift: audio-sex-transfusion...
Drizzles of the rain teased dim
& penetrating trusts of the sea slid in:
Magic, no less, as I came to realization
Along the mouth of a regal hue.
I looked down at my shaking legs, only to find
A tail instead: & a peculiar smile as I jumped into
The future.