Magic

Invocations in the morning
an arm wraps around waist
wisps of warm breath touch the neck
a spell being cast with words
good morning

All the calls of nature begin
water for purification into bowls
smells fill rooms
foul and sweet
here daily rites become my love

Seeing you tilt your head
this way and that
before a hand falls on your face
I agree with the mirror
your are the finest of them all

Clothes appear
transforming you before my eyes
I watch the ritual of adjustments
I find myself compelled
to copy the movements without the parts

A kiss seals the circle you step out of
and into the day spirits in communication
all through my time alone
I feel you through the smell of your pillow
taste you when I lick my lips

This is the beginning of memories
which possess me in ways
the future needs to be
magic in the mundane
to become my love

Stories

Leave no words unspoken
when the lines are read
they are important

let ideas grate inside the mind

why is there a difference
in who reads them
when lingering are feelings
left by words

the spaces between them
will lose you

try not to read
what is not there

perceive the meanings
but do not think
there is a truth

when both
understanding and wisdom hide
look inside the soul

let It begin
Once upon a time

Seeds

Take all the time you need
I hear these words
like an echo
bouncing from axis
into angle

Take all the time you need
divide
change
loosen all that keeps
you tied to the air

I am standing with you
cheering you on
beside you
watching you move

I don't have to mimic
everything you do
we all do

So
take all the time you need
double to
or nothing
your seeds will bring forth fruit

and when time is ripe
it's juice will run from my chin

In Your Presence

I love you
I'm in love with you
and I don't even know
what that means

When we talk
I feel stupid
but safe
to be that way

around you I feel ugly
yet it doesn't seem to matter
not to me anyway

I feel as if I'm weird
letting my feelings go to you
they seem weak and feeble

Even so
I think I'm in good company

For
if you are a mirror
of all I am
I must be an awesome person

Whenever
I'm in your presence
I love you
to learn to love me

I just wish
I knew what that means

Work of Art

I'm a work of art
so skillfully crafted
I almost seem real
don't I

My thoughts
picked from the best minds
mixed together
with the right amount of right and wrong
so full of ambiguity
expressed in breath or ink
they seem so deep
so real don't they

My feelings
hand-picked at the height of correctness
not too sweet
so people hate me
not too sour to offend
unfortunately they are artificially flavored
by the decisions and opinions of others

like a Noni Flower
I have been made using
the visions of real things
so beautiful
because I mimic what's real
almost to perfection

Like most things artificial
I am made of things
which have no true life of their own
so this being I am
is durable and hard to destroy
with anything natural

I am a work of art
but I wish to be real
I wish to let waters of love
seep deep into fragile roots
and bring me to life
to a real me
the real me with an eternity all it's own

http://noniflowers.com

Succumb

Bending over to wash my legs
the water flowed up my back like the Nile
creating rivulets through my hair
washing my face with streams
working my way around my thighs
my hands become yours
the visions and the feeling
close my eyes and bite my lip
dripping then flowing

Thinking of times spent in dreams
not claiming reality
the glass door slides open
invisible hands wrap around my waist
dripping then flowing

water crushed .
screaming and laughing
between bodies
I try to hold up a wall
that's not falling
through my fingers
dripping then flowing

I open my eyes
and succumb to the knowledge
I can see you
but dare not touch you
I crumble against the wall
and from my eyes tears
dripping then flowing