22

they told me about the garden of love

which I knew never existed

just like the dew settles

a feeling came over me

reaching touching feathery leaves

someone lurked in the darkness

a glimpse a furtive shadow

i needed to draw out of the gloom

no fee to be paid

as wallet forgotten

my fingers picked a rose

holding it aloft to the sun

shadow emerged reaching also

for the rose

sunlit face exquisite beauty

naked radiance for me to see

entranced entwined enthralled

in a boiling swell of passion

i was consumed

infused with the flowers and trees

the garden in this garden

i would remain

many stories can be untold

but this one cannot

i belong to that once furtive figure

no more in the density of foliage

but with me

together as one

Together always

22 years of marriage to be celebrated

wolf teat extravaganza

all around
inertia falls apart,
leap to the call of the luperci,
the she wolf nurtured
needs bloods strong flow,
goat and dog sacrifice
sword dipped in blood

(boxes of cocoa confection)
compliant to the wine
goat purification,
fauna from the woodland
scythed into sheaves

(vases and pillows)
arts of abstraction
together in this time
of declaration and proclamation

(all for the twins)
born from vestal and mars
days of hunger
and ripe fertlity
gelase wished to end

(sacred cakes)
loins of vestal virgins
februa whipped
lustratio complete,

cardboard cast into trash
wilted and thornless
red petals scattered forlorn,
human pastoral tribe
exalted to the yearning
department store sales are up
and the day is done

la danse et l’intervention passionnée

there was no deity in her toes

or mystical magic,

brazen eccentricity,

alcohol infused depravity

clung like smoke

that became exhausted on breath,

the morbid look of reality

as being human is to dance

bare splayed white thigh flesh

promise of midnight feast

fulgent in face

he wished to grasp her now

be away upon a tram

tearing worsted tights

patched with careful hand

lamplit ombres chinoises

concavity of upturned behind

receiving wild attention,

she has him as a pale

pierrot languishing on soft words

and gentle caress

having seen the kaleidoscope

and been within pink basket

away with shallow shadows

to find his way home,

naked on sheets tugged and messed

alone

internal orchestra played on

stood upon her rug

once vibrant

and danced again

for herself this time,

watched only by flickering

wax candles

toulouse lautrec

Karel Simunek – Bookplate

Cauterized

water from the raw eye as it weeps

and deflects the spectrum,

no space in the retina

for other emotion,

bland skin

freckles intensified,

being close to the coast

and it’s relentless tides

abstract dunes,

naked and innate expression

stress brought on

she moved,

each impression on the surface

was not left for long

filled in she had no path,

emotion bent over anvil

forged by loss,

wind became rampant

stirring grasses

that whipped about delicate legs

isolating her innocence

this way,

beneath the flat clouded hat of sky,

rubbing those eyes

now tasted

with tincture of seaborne salt

this moment

came to bring on the rejuvenate

 

Abstract Oil Alliteration

her gradient surface exterior

formed a lyric silhouette

to artist absorbed in thinking,

once at a ball had spoken

touching her tresses

out of husbands view

color of copper tangled the light

adding shine to his fingers

that lingered,

rich tones of whispered voice,

tremor in her breast

she agreed,

silent devoid of gown

peering at lilting gentle curves

hips with saunter

to a secret fold,

sensuous to a point

no absinthe was needed,

eyes reached drew her in

translated by brush and palette

knife,

rendering it all for gallery and

history,

and his unquenched desire