Oh hollow Thirst!
How it drowns out life's liquid scenes,
All treacherous memory now
It dries the tongue;
When recollections swim with dire aches
In the stomach: lingering
Deserts
once oasis-providence:
the ease of us
sifting with the sand
Minutes limpid between caress.
Creation our chalice overflows
Quenching, in each other
Love for water
As the hours go to touching vastnesses
To open us / one heavenly sky :
Illuminating you
Both assuage and succor...
But I am both drought and man
Flesh heavy / crawling through
War's searing hills
Chafed by what made me fearless . . .
Once a Traveler discarding haste,
Who Thirsts for those wild palm trees’ shade
Our moments / Still-pictures
The body we felt / Still continuously feeling.
It is as though an affliction’s game
To wait
Between search and weaning
No swift elixir
I am just a bare tree leaning.
(praying for love's rain...)
This Thirst is deeper than remembering
The drink that once was Us.
. . . .
Halcyon,
I’m bathing in your adoration,
Nothing so sinful, or minuscule, as to need
Redemptive rinses of the spirit
When we were
As what we only knew how to be,
Ourselves alone
Yet together sharing feasts...
Which we lay out for each other
Ceremonious only through its unveiling,
Knowing how to trust this (which is between us).
Oh How to feed that old hunger,
How I’ve longed for you,
Lovely soft mornings, dew on your skin,
Like when we had the outdoors
With our mischief, green
Attentive as the grass when we look within…
Those bright eyes that pierce me deeper now
Understanding / how my breath always quivers
With the slight tips of your tender fingers.
Wish makes the body famished and weak,
Needing food
From in between
Kiss and spark
The smiles that shares heaven’s glee,
In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer
Rather than being told to eat…
The Reveries of wines tasted, the lifting of all things
To a memory, not yet having the full course
Of dining
with serenity, finding that destiny
Has yet to begin
When love was the race I was questioning,
While Kindnesses were supposedly human,
And all dreams came true with happy endings..??
Hunger can make the world seem cruel
When we give up on searching for meaning,
We ourselves make
The feast of meals
with our believing…
Be Happy not Hangry. Angry and Hungry.