FUGITIVE PIECES

~ BOUND SENSUALITY

Like an invisible rope
That binds us
And the more we writhe
To free ourselves
The more
Our knots tighten
And dig into our flesh -
So the secret we share
Deeply mars
Our suffered humanity
In a tangle of borrowed excuses
And isosceles pubes.





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~ STANDING AT DAWN

The moment
That counts most
For me
Is the one
That precedes
Sunrise
When my gaze
Eats the horizon
To discern
What is outlined
In the distance
And perceives
The Sun
But only sees
First light.





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~ WAR WOUND

I tense my limbs
My shoulders lift
And as I strain
To raise my head,
The weight of nausea
Descends on it.
I reach my arm out,
Seeing a wild sight -
A thin white sprite
Sucking up my life.





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~ READING LOVE

Lovers reading
Each other's bodies
Differ from
Reading the written pages
Of a Lover's book.

Not linear,
It starts at any point,
Skips and repeats itself,
Goes backward,
Insists and ramifies
In simultaneous and
Divergent messages,
Converges again,
Has moments of irritation,
Turns the jasper leaf,
Finds its place,
Gets lost.

A route to an end
Tending toward climax,
It arranges rhythmic phases,
Metrical scansions,
Recurrence of motives.

But climax is not the end:
It is the race to it,
Contrasted by another drive
That works in the opposite direction,
Swimming against the moments,
Recovering time.
Every episode
Is a three-dimensional model,
Perhaps four-dimensional
Or no model at all:
Every experience
Unrepeatable.

Lovemaking and reading
Open within magical
Times and spaces,
Yet deviate from measurable
Time and space.

In the confused improvisation
Of the first encounter,
The possible future together
Is read.
Today
Each of you
Is the object of the other's reading,
Each reads in the other
The unwritten story.
Tomorrow,
If you are together
If you lie down in the same bed
Like a settled couple,
Each will turn on the lamp
At the bedside
And sink into his or her
Book;
Two parallel readings
Will accompany the approach of sleep.

Returning from separated universes,
You'll turn out the light
And find each other
Fleetingly in the darkness
Where all separations
Are erased,
Before differing dreams
Draw you again,
One to one side
And one to the other.





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~ OH EAGLE, I HURT SO BAD!

Crudities
Under duress
Prepare the soul
To cope with veracity
Yet offending beyond
The normality
Of pain…

No -
Stop philosophising,
No meandering!

I hurt so bad:
I feel like breaking
My heart is rending
And my spirit
Burns.

The eagle approaches
Her talons out
She claws my lungs
I lift away
I scream my joy
And halt my sorrow
I soar to Elysium
Until tomorrow.





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~ Poetic perfection

For Daubmir

by seekyoursoul (14 May 2006)



Beauty at your core
I am transfixed
On your shine
Words
Strengthen my inspiration
My soul drinks it in
Love and Unity
Filled with passion
Of poetic perfection





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~ For Gianluca

For the unforgettable soul who crossed my path

by naiad (11 May 2006)


~ Naiad and Hylas of the Argo crew... or Naiad and Daubmir of Arcadian dreams...

I dream of you Lover.
I feel the symbiotic
pull that melts all reason.
And in my dream, swirls of
fire and water dance
the dance of impossible harmony,
made real through
knowing you.
So you’re the Sun then
I’m the moon and if
like Artemis who pays me
ritual homage I remain alone,
I am forever haunted
by the brief eclipse.





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~ Mujhe nahi pata ki pyaar kyaa hai?


A Hindi poem from a splendid creature... The Wanderer in Love


Mujhe nahi pata ki pyaar kyaa hai?
Agar dil me ek garaj
seene mein ek cheer pyaar hai...
to yahi pyaar hai
Par yeh pyaar to dil mein hi rahega
Ek gehre baadal ki tarah jo bas bhatakta rahega dar badar, saal pe saal

I don't know what love is
If a roar in the heart
And tearing in the bosom is love
Then maybe this is love
But this love will remain a secret in this heart
Like a dark heavy cloud which keeps on wandering year after year

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