Like a soul in me;
thoughts, ideas,
feelings, convictions
interpreted by this humanity.
You are a nose.
Opinions all formed
by information gleaned
through the black orb
at the start of you.
Like a soul in me;
thoughts, ideas,
feelings, convictions
interpreted by this humanity.
You are a nose.
Opinions all formed
by information gleaned
through the black orb
at the start of you.
I’ve never felt air so soft
The wind high and playful at 1am, and so warm
Elaine’s maple is writhing, waving it’s ample arms in great gross gestures
Lifting it’s skirts in a whirling, gyrating dance
More a comedian, than a monster
More a romance than a threat
I want to stay out here in my long nightie
Pitch a tent and sleep under the black, wind sky
Listen to the constant watery song of leaves rustling, rustling
I could but I know soon that canopy will break open
An ocean up there about to crash on my shore
But wouldn’t I want to be caught in the unleashing?
I bet it’ll be warmest rain
Just like the kiss of this air
Sometimes just a bite of chocolate
or whatever sweetest thing you desire.
Even making love has its rhythm and finish and rest.
I read this poem, then another.
Feel the sweet spark of thought,
the agony of understanding,
the pleasure of words weaving a thought, a picture.
I read another and find I simply can’t.
I’m satiated and will rest,
enjoying the morsel I’ve already bitten into,
the love I’ve already been filled with.
To have more would be greedy.
To have more would diminish the flavor
of what I’m still digesting.