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island poet Apr 2020
give you my word
——————

‘tis but one, all you’ll ever receive,
not more than that, ‘tis all you’ll need

not one of the usual suspects,
not love or truth, beyond care,
neither joy and tears suffice,
certain it’s not suffering, even living

all those come to an end, ultimately,
and the word I surrender to you,
for pore absorption is unending,
unlimited, no horizon or sunsetting

the one thing that extends hope,
though that is not it either,
the one thing we will individualize,
agree to disagree amicably

the word?  

why it is one we greet the day,
even if unthought or left unsaid,
our own shared secret chord,
the word I give you, and you to me, is
the very, the blessed unrationed reason,
the why and the wherefore,
to exist!


beauty
BTW May 2022
15 May 2022-

Silk sheets. Sweat air conditioned, owl-echo growls.
Not yet summer, war, pain, dissolution, summer on prowl.
All winter waits, snow-broken melt on pavement,
Pressing my head, your shoulder shakes, well-spent,
Winds raise the shingles, we twist again passioned.
Cool fall sun lies best on me like you, unrationed.
Whispering, snarling,  orange-layered ******,
Shake in summer heat's thousand spasms.
Hold back the drear of fallen leaf and dove torn.
Peace, comfort-thunder, insist again, warn,
I open your door unbarred.

Lighting, dark enlightenment, ash, strength spared,
Like ice in cold water , spoil the taste of spice and hair.
Lying touched, challenged, used, we stay bare.
Summer heat holds us here. Night, we become one.
Summer heat. It's not done.
She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed ****** Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.

originally written in 2018
Melony May 31
Alive in the height of intimacy
Twisted up with eachother
A tangle of limbs and love
A mess of warmth and care
A pile of love and devotion

How anyone could feel
That two are required
One pair with no other
To have intimacy
Is lost on me

That perfect feeling
Of being alive
Of being in love
Of being found
Feels better with three

Their joy at my joy
As I speak about four
My joy at their joy
When they speak about more
Compersion adores

Security built
No chains and no laws
Unbound our love spilt
Unrationed, our cause
We live in abundance of our own making

Our hand-built tangle of love and limbs

— The End —