Three Poems“your kiss unbroken unrelieved and”
your kiss unbroken unrelieved and
(to me) unfinished aching
in my mind for more and more
of you and your greatly you
my own kiss creates a nothing
but yours to mine more and more
is believed in my head
(which you softly stroking
provoke more and more foolish dream
of hearts together) to be forever
more and more as you and i
lying down upon the floor
with lips in all kissingsmore and more
“darling”
darling
“by way of beauty my girl creates all mornings”
as i
slumbered
your two lips as roses
bloomed upon my blood aching
through your hair as lilies my
trembling fingers as willows rode
shying away from your
luminescent
smile
darling
as i
slumbered
my clenching hands grabbed upon
your clinching eyes—grabbing
me about in waves of fearless foaming
waters crashing over rocks of
dread along your little shore
of
spryness
and in your own transplendent roughness
i cowered behind the light of a
moon so bright that my
mind could only think of
you
darling
as i
slumbered
as ambiguity is your touch i saw
god grasping your feet to
bathe you in breaking
waters—as the horizon crashed
before my face and i
in a drought of
crush
we lied upon the grass below
your surreal
redwood
darling
as i
slumbered
with your hold you caress me in
oils which rain down upon
me in a fury of
soft
laughter
through puddles we leaped
and through raindrops
i
dreamed
of glistening showers born of clouds
that you rest your head upon
where i dream it lies
when it is not upon mine
by way of beauty my girl creates all mornings
as dawn awakens earth to be bright to her
so that tress may shade her softness skin
and the grass may moistly kiss her feetby way of beauty my girl creates all afternoons
as the sun climbs high with her in wonder
and through her grace, the morning ends
and the earth’s wonders fall upon their kneesby way of beauty my girl creates all evenings
as the sun gives her the good night she deserves
she closes her eyes and waits for tomorrow to begin
her breath caresses, warmly wrapped so sweetthe moon and me sing my girl’s praise
as he lovers her beauty and she creates my days