Tag: love

The Crows

My lover is learning the local crows.
He's hammered a bowl stand in the earth.
He offers them clean water and he throws
Bread and crackers out upon our yard's dearth.
Just that easily they took advantage,
Not just crows but the woodpeckers as well
As the thrashers and the finches manage
To snatch up a morsel and drink a spell.
But the crows are those who impress us most—
How swiftly on branch or rim they alight,
How they caw abroad to their greater host;
They once brought their own pizza to the site;
Then this—they introduced a younger friend
By feeding them some bread we left for them!

Lovely Loyalty

Lovely Loyalty, I'm glad you still laugh;
I'm glad you still hang out with Steve and Wish.
I saw you the other day on the half
Of the pond where laundry's done, and in bliss
Knelt down to give oats and take your picture.
It was here where you and your brothers hatched.
While some have moved on, you've been a fixture;
Today I find you with young Wish attached.
Then other times you're with your brother Norm,
Who seems to have moved next door as it were,
Where the rains cause a small pond to form
Behind that lot. Last time he didn't stir 
From his nap, though I did see him out there.
If there weren't cameras I'd stop and stare.

Steve! (and George!)

I didn't realize my initial luck
When I returned to the pond to receive
Your greeting, thinking you another duck;
But it was you I dreamed of meeting: Steve!
I didn't see you on my last visit,
And the time before you seemed out of sorts:
You didn't eat; so it is exquisite
Having you run to me with laughs and snorts.
And you too darling George! Having you back,
Creation's refrain shall ever resound
In euphony like the ducklings who track
Mama, squeaking and frolicking around!
Steve and George, thank you for being friendly
And treating the tiny ducklings gently.

Razor’s Kiss

Oh I have never loved the razor's kiss,
But a sharper childhood's crazed example
Wrote its lessons on adolescent wrists.
I'm what's left after the flames are trampled.
Is it rebirth for those who never lived?
Seemingly this ultimate weapon's curse
Is its dual-edged blade; between the ribs
The killing intellect is reimbursed.
Yet the fire of the mind ever rises.
Ashborn children may have been their own prey,
After so many daily demises 
Perhaps falseness's dross was burned away.
I never loved the wounds of my feeling;
I still hate cuts, but I love the healing.

The little gift I have of tongue

The little gift I have of tongue,
And a bit of literacy,
Pantomiming a sweet machine
That never more farfetched were flung.

The honey that is my body,
In the monument skull made full
For one esoteric instant,
Is the blood spilling from the bull.

Words have lost their magic power,
So it seems, when charged by passion.
How to fuse incantations, touch,
And identity? It's too much!

Words/Actions

Words of an action and actions of words
Are vessels swathed in seas of intention.
Neither are law and either are deferred
To in conflict's caustic condescension.
Nothingness stranding an eternal core,
Enveloping the wildfire of the soul,
Extinguishes hope with a silent roar.
Divide me from the warmth, leave me in coal.
Over the sheer precipice of desire,
Riots break out in free fall to dictate 
Being as a tool in fulfillment's mire,
Opens distinctions on which to fixate.
Tell me, or won't you, that I'm beautiful;
How's my faithfulness inexcusable?

Song for George



My friend, it's cliché
 but you know what I'll say,
I hope to see you again.

In time, you'll return
 on a day you discern;
I hope it's me that you find.

My dear, I'll hold fast
 to a love which outlasts
Eternity and a year.

When you fly away
 doesn't mean you won't stay,
It's only a day's goodbye.

The spread of your wings
 is the nature of things,
A growth by adventure fed.

Be safe and live free;
 I'll continue to be
Your friend, though your absence chafes.

Go roam where you will
 and I'll visit until
Love reunites us at home.

Patroclus

Island child, you cry,
Life-despised, but Fate
Has a cheek softer 
To offer your state.

Raw and flawed, its law
Does slaughter us all
In the end, but grants
Glances ere we fall.

Alas, castaway,
The mast passes on.
The blank horizon
Reminds you what's gone.

Yet a treasure more
Precious invests life,
One you've never seen,
The meaning for strife.

Nothing such as him
Came under your view,
And never has he
Seen glee but in you.

Your own loneliness
No one showed akin
To, his aloofness
The same proof within.

Island abiding
In your sigh; inside
His ear or his heart
Something starts to guide.

You hoped to be close,
But no one approached.
He wasn't enthused
Until you were broached.

His aim was to play
The same game as you
When he saw the face
That paced his heart's cue.

Your deep, sleepless eyes
Leap from their rich seats.
He sees what could grow
From their woe as sweet.

The mystery's thrill
Stills your breath but throws
Your heart into throbs:
He thinks of us—those?

Can you see his need?
Why me? you ponder,
Until the doubts fly
While you both wander.

The forest's courses
You'll tour together;
On roots in the shade
You'll lay at leisure.

The trees' canopy
Reaches down, as leaves
Land within your lap;
Both laugh, both believe.

The classroom after
Hours when Math was done,
He and his guitar
Charming you with strum;

And his royal voice
Rejoicing in song
Is this prince's soul
You hold in your palm.

On the beach where each
Of you fell speechless
Seeing your bodies'
Hypnotic features.

The moon's rays breaking
On waves and on spray,
Each of his contours,
Conjures sparks of gray.

Lain on silver sands,
His pale muscles swell;
And his waist, so slim,
Casts a perfect spell.

For his part, his heart
Starts at your soft, dark
Eyes. Beneath the bright,
Starry night they spark.

Side by side from now
On, at night in bed,
Lying with his face 
Placed right by your head;

At dawn when his yawns
Sing songs while you rise,
He proves with his touch
So much of your eyes.

Blue

I swoon for beauty
So truly human,
The face of a boy
With joy illumined.

Yearning turned away.
My burden, my curse
Lifted as his lips
Slipped into my verse.

Embrace, erase time
Debased. Grace, the theme
Down at our feet, tame
Living as a team.

My truth is in blue,
A youth from an isle.
There, within his eyes,
I finally smile.