A Mating Song

A Mating Song

That summer we watched fish useless fight
for life inside their tangled nets
Don’t speak now
No, I’ll take that first breath
We argued too long
on our made bed of marriage sex and death
We’ve squandered life and strength
against the mass of others, leap
pink salmon into the steel blue sky
to try for promised lands and gene pools
Never dead and so we die
To meet and turn on city streets
Gray now, and the moon is waning
The shore will sway us soon to sleep
Think no more. Don’t press again
Like cherry blossoms seduce the bees
make forgetful love to greener trees
Youth has flown, the day begins

 

She’s a River

 Close up of the painting Ophelia Artist: John Everette Millais Source: http://daydreamtourist.com/2013/06/03/ophelia/
Close up of the painting Ophelia
Artist: John Everette Millais
Source: http://daydreamtourist.com/2013/06/03/ophelia/

 

She’s a river
You want to ride her
Along her smooth crystal waters
Through her raging turbulence
All the way

Dive inside her
Hidden below her surface
Drift apart
To the bubbling hope of distance
You drank from her edges
She drew sinuous lines through your world

You think you can forget her
She’ll grow inside you
Alive like holy water
Heady as wine
Warm as whiskey
A traveler to your dark spaces
Your hidden world
Your lonely places

Build your dams
Hold her back
Keep her captive
Tell her you don’t believe

Every night
You swim in her curves
Almost young again
Until you wake
Afraid she’ll drown you
Pull you under with her stones
It’s in her nature
She’s a river

Let Her Fall

Falling Star Witold Pruszkowski (1846-1896) National Museum of Warsaw
Falling Star
Witold Pruszkowski (1846-1896)
National Museum of Warsaw

She will live to fall again
In a leap across the cracks
To greener pastures
(or a dance along the edge)
Over nowhere places
Lost in time spaces
She will fall
From the apple tree
laughing
From grace
singing
For him
believing
The ground she fears
The end she knows
Worse if she holds on
To the memories
laughing
With regret
singing
In emptiness
believing
One last leap
Her footing lost
Balance gained
To catch herself
Cracked open
Not broken
Resurrected
She will live
Let her fall

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