A Poem for My FutureLove

I know not who
you are,
I only know I
have not met
you
only dreamed of you
a thousand times
perhaps a thousand thousand
each time awakening with the longing
of those
dreams
suspended
in flight
like swans caught motionless
in air

In each dream
I see you
dark-haired
in the
light room
your long hair cascades silently
slowly over
your soft
shoulders

You turn to meet
my gaze
like looking into an eternal
mirror
the back
and forth reflection
when two mirrors face
eachother
endless

Know this
my love
my dearest one
I have dreamed
of you
acrosstime
acrossspace
perhaps even
before you were
born
and always
this familiar feeling wells up
within me
like that
choked up and lost
feeling at the end
of a tragic
romance
in the theater of the mind

One day
you will know you
only you
are the one
who holds my heart like Prometheus
held the torch
carrying it bright and burning
into the heart of the
people
giving it
away
like it was
nothing

You will know this
by my eyes
the way
they gaze at you
endlessly
stretching on
to infinite
tomorrows

You will know this
my future love
by these words
gently whispered into
your sleeping ears:

I am yours
I was yours
before you ever knew it
and I will remain yours even after you
have forgotten
it
there is no way
to break
our circle
even reincarnation
will bring us together again and
again
and forever
more
no amount of more
will ever fullyfill
this universe
of mylove
for yourlove
which now becomes
as I set these words
to ink
as I will oneday
caress these words
in flesh
into your skin
as I
will
one
day
whisper
these
words
sleeping
into
your
ear

Awaken
my love
from that futuredream
I am here
waiting
to whisper
these
words into
your conscious mind
these are
my only
vows
to love you
across all space
and
time
please
do not
forget

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Puja Poem

When I arrive
at her station
she’s all eyes and smiles
eye could fall
deeply
into those eyes
before
the command
even comes

“Tell this woman
what you thought that you need
for your heart to open
even
more
fully
at the last station
I know it may seem
that the woman
in front of you has
changed
but
this is
illusion”

I have nothing
to request
my heart
already a split pomegranate
rich red seeds
everywhere
staining
everything
eye am
already hers
surrendered

I tell her this
she smiles
with eyes and lips
says “oh thank god”
laughs
a laugh that will
much later re-mind me
of a long-lost friend
cause me to track
her down
email her

I tell
my wide-eyed puja partner
I wish
I had
something to request
but
her smiling eyes
more than
enough
more than
I’d expected
or hoped for
upon entering this circle

This energy
feels like sparkplug
ignition fuel spreads in
a plume
throughout me
a cloud of
flame roils out
like a giant mushroom
unfurling its cap
to the moon
she just looks
a witness

Eye would dig
into deep dank soil
in darkness
hunting for more of
these sparks
if eye knew they lay
hidden
beneath

Something
reminiscent
re-awakens
rewinds repeats rewinds
between heart and mind
beneath dreams
above daydreams
in the clouds
or stars
within me

This must be what being born
was like

And then
staggering
brightness

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Sun-Day Poem for the Yogini

Sunday Laurel Canyon Farmer’s Market
I stopped
to listen to you
talk about
free yoga
a nearby studio
and parted
with a compliment
“you’re very beautiful,” which,
on parting,
seemed wholly inadequate
thus this poem.

Energy
streams off you
in waves of orange
rippling
electric.

Your smile
radiant
as the sun
my skin
warms to its touch.

Your freckles
a million
sun kisses
strewn about your body
like spring
wildflowers
in a vast meadow

Your body
fresh
alive and moving
as if
to begin a dance
you are connected
to all of it
touching
all of it
feeling
all of everything
like heartburst
quenched thirst.

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Euphoria

I.

Fingers
voices
tickled thin
through wires
atlantic to pacific
long be fore
eyes brushed
lenses

Landing
disheveled
with a sigh
bags mislaid between
holy land
sinners paradise
tentative

We
easing in two hot water
hastenings hinderances
humble
springs

You
pining
perfect portraits
possible futures
it was not me
you hungered for

I thirst fore
she who yearns
juice of my fruits
unfettered imperfect

II.

Black rock
pale dust
liquid heat

too much
two much
too high

Dark steamy
sweat-soaked sex
taboos shattered
myths exposed
truth
revealing
nakedness

Returning
car rivers
flowing through lost angels us
downshift
reverse

III.

Calendars cruise
years into minutes
and all our yesterdays
fade infinite

Again you fall
out of sky in too
my home
my bed
my heart
my head

Where have you been, and who are you?
not she who I recall in dreamemories

You
journeyed
sacred temples
built of fire
dined
blessed fruits one
taste opened heart
blossoms
trailing petals

IV.

lately

eye wonder ponder

who what where when
we next
and next
or
next?

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Angelica

I.

Vulnerable
in room of mostly strangers
Greg said
connect
eyes with someone

My gaze
yours locked
dam fractured
deluge of emotions
coursed forth

Later
stoned on
days passing
marijuana
and you
we connected
yet
didn’t

As these words pour
on page
why?
becomes present
only meaningless
answers
come

Fate
sadistic trickster
put us together again
partners
completing our circle

II.

You called
everyone
and only my voice
alone
calling back to you

Ocean pounds
her merciless
purpose
turning rocks to sand
the cliff
remains

Who were those people
you and eye
how can we be they
who slipped through fingers
into pasts
so long
ago?

Born anew
vulnerable again to each other
energized
butterflies
who once met
as caterpillars

That girl
I knew
namesake of my first true love
evaporated
burned away
heat searing
her
changing her
into Angelica

And now
in dark silent spaces
eye see
Angelica
Angel
dozen-petaled lotus
enveloping me
filling an empty place
I’d forgotten to fill
all lotuses blossom
until sun
rises out of his bed
greets us

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Uma

I.

Lustfully
searching
sex whores satiation
devouring desires
goddess
red hair
upturned
perfected
nipples

Yet
calling
more than
rawanimalust

From
Khajuraho
you called
sacred Sanskrit sounds
reawakening
remembering
long lost dreams

II.

We began

…sometimes…

sacred
enacting
divine contact improv
wands with in
temple’s radiant embrace
bursting light
prisms
thunder
shuddering
involuntary fractals of life

…sometimes…

profane
gorging
mosh pits of fuck
cocks thrusting
pussies slick in
splurging cum
sweat
heartbeats
biting
hungry arrows of passion

…sometimes…

soaring
above
golden paths
intwo glorious
magical mythologies
manifested

…sometimes…

engulfed
beneath
blue torrents
a part and abject
cloaked currents
continue

We

in downpour
of anger
unspent

ended

III.

Completions
without endings

All my lovers
ought thank you
both
divine dreams
deadly daggers
you were my
crucible forge

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Yana (The Perfect Kiss)

in darkness
our mouths first found
eachother
soft then
electric next
percolating heat
soft slowing
again no
hard nip teeth
adrenaline
caresses
hungry slithering tongues
again yes
yes
yes
soft
electric next
tongues lips noses breathing
yes again
yes licking
yes thundering
heart
desire distilled

though our first
became final
six years since
memories of mouths met
perfectly your kisses
never fade
hold me hard latenight
all other mouths measured
against yours

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