The Flavor of Origami

The Flavor of Origami

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My brain hurts

And my heart aches

And a storm wind throbs

Across the window panes

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Darkness shrouds the gasping breath of me

In droplets and rivulets of me melting

In a further fading away

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As a cloud sighs

I am diminished by multitudes

Lost in the morass of millions

Water, water everywhere

But here

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Folded and molded

Once the flavor of Origami

A taste savored now crushed

In the trash

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Breathe she says, breathe

And still I ask why

Does the wall enjoy

The beating of my head?

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Of You and I

Forever…

Is a really long time

Past the beginning

On into emptiness

Then back again

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And a little bit more

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There my point in fact

A whole lot more

Incomprehensibly

On into heartbeats

Of inumerable number

More than breaths that could thunder

Or droplets dance lightly

Upon your silken shores

For the sands of time

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Yes that long

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And a little bit longer

Are the ties

That bind us

The strands

Of which we weave

This blanket of us

This veil, outside of which

Is not us…

And will never be

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Yes forever

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And a little bit more

The Knight of your Dei

Till we’ve named the last grain

And the mountains falling wink

And blink at the sight

Of you and I

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An Exaltation

An Exaltation

As for linen wrapped in whispers, wondrous and wise

Silky soft, the reveal of tangerines in dreams arise

A glimmer on the waters sweet a scent in jasmine release

Reflections of honeyed combs dancing in eternity’s eyes

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Again your hand’s caress thrills in my fracture’s reccess

As the will of palms foretells of coconut oiled pleasures

Treasures these hearts proffered to dawn’s proffess complete

Confess of truths sweeping the curves of this coming heat

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And in the rise and fall of leaves taken to the fold afar

Hold and then advance, perchance to glimpse the stars

I only know of these roads and not of where they lead

But in the here, the now of you, of us I breathing plead

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And as the coolness renews my head upon your best

Slender these fingers grasp a gasp within my chest

An air so rare, the sum of our scarlet breath’s return

To burn once more upon the shining water’s breast

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In images of scintillation’s sighs this sorcorery exists

Bliss the fire of memories buried neatly, deeply below

An exaltation brought forth to bewitch, inspire, amaze

To blaze in exhalation, for embers released, desire glow

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Love’s Reprise

Love’s Reprise

And high atop the hill side, here next to me

Watch the lazy, hazy river, as she runs to the sea

Grasp that stormy horizon and pull it to the lee

Moon light, averts her gaze, for this love reprise

As you breathe in the stars and I exhale the skies

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Fuscia sails of vermillion, bouy these sinking boats

Afloat in starlight’s kiss, with mirrors in your eyes

I see you and know you, don’t need to know your name

In visions of circling, moving curves, that never lie

We breathe in the stars and exhale the sky

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Suddenly the night blooms

I find myself in flame

Asking many questions

And calling out your name

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Surrender to the mist and caress away this pain

Winds relight the embers of our heart’s refrain

Bring your heat to the cool of this starlit pool

With moon light in your eyes, that’s love’s reprise

So we breathe in the stars and exhale the skies

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In echos, our scarlet heartbeats, they part the air

Breezes rise as smoking fingers lay back our hair

In dapples of dawn underneath the swaying trees

Cascades of raven tresses, madly meet the sunrise

As we breathe in the stars and exhale the skies

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Suddenly the night blooms

I find myself in flame

Asking many questions

And calling out your name

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Please be the muddy water and roll me to the sea

Breathless as the river, as you run straight to me

And slip your hand into mine, for all eternity

Sun light sparkling in your eyes, that’s love’s reprise

So breathe in the stars and exhale the skies

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Into the Fog

Into the Fog

And so the ravaged trees

Stand sentinal upon the land

While on the sands

The myriad rainbow bubbles

Bare witness to the microcosms of life

Fragile shelters…

Nestled amongst the battlements

The balustrades

Of the beach of stones

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Is one of them home

Or are they forever sealed

Doors slammed in my face

Doomed to walk the perimeter

To view in the glow of windows

The twinkle held within

From these empty pockets

The warmth of hearth

A memory fleeting as breath

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Cold the wind…

Has knowledge of my flesh

Unwinding through tatters worn

There is yet shine in the eye

Though it remains unseen

The smile’s gleam hidden

In shadows

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Buried in these frowns

Those of my unmaking

In piles of jetsam waiting

Lay ingots scattered

Amongst this fools gold

Trembling fingers…

Just reminders of the emptiness

Awaiting touch…

As feet founder

Following tiny footsteps

On into the fog

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The hunter knows the quarry well

Yet fears capture

For rapture oft lies with snakes

And signs of heaven

Lasciviously lead off to Limbo

Endless curtains circling back

To Xibalba…

Smoking boots…

Refusing another step

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Along the path of sea glass glimmer

Of shards worn smooth

And disquised as gems

The ragged baggage of

Another empty container’s

Destruction…

That locked trunk

No easy satchel

To pick

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What beautiful portraits

We paint of each other

What scents we cast

Upon the air…

These phantoms rare

Such masters of sorcery

We can even bewitch ourselves

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And so armed

So forewarned still

I stalk the darkness

As a fright to all

The mirror tells

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These waves pounding us

Into ever smaller fractal versions

Till as sand disolving, dust we become

As the longing of the sea for land

Throws it’s self into the fray

Upon the mercy of the pyre

Aware it can not survive

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Crunching underfoot, the bells toll

In songs and psalms ringing

Singing shells of seduction

The memories of mocking birds

Know all to well

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On Persian Trails

On Persian Trails

One soul

Two hearts

One moon

Two breaths

Exhaled as one

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We breathe

For each other

And sleeplessly

Greet the dawn

In amethyst dreams

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In rain drops

Our excuse to linger

Exquisite fingers

Discover Eden

On Persian trails

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We whisper

A voice and vision

Across the vast

With no words cast

Into the void

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You hear me

And I hear you

In glances unseen

On the wings

Of night

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Our moisture

Beads clinging

Drips singing

In chorus

To the sea

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Your tears

My blood

Our fears

Cradled …

And blown away

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Upon a Finger

Upon a Finger

And in the stillness…
Yet the linger of our patchouli rings

Again you ask, once more for my neck
And I as your whore consider it

As so long I’ve lain silent my
Breath reserved to cover our seed

Bourn, a succulence so rapturous
As to be declared indecent

A gaggle of morning moanings
That the neighbors had coveted

Frozen…
Too long I’ve lain alone in our bed

Punishing the unwitting likes of you
For my faults

Knowing that knowledge has
Too long lain with snakes

For I loved you once…
In the way of our elders

To my bones

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