Butterfly
[1] Greece - Zorba
As intermittent spring showers bend the grass, Light shifts over the fields beyond this fence. Lumine et Lumine, a phrase from Latin Mass, I think applies to you, for your carry light Inside your belly. Flowers receive it from you, Pushing their eager heads out of windows Anticipating your light descent and airy takeoff. Even I, a man of the drunk nights, stay awake During these hours of light, to watch this happen.
[2] Bombay – Office Worker
On the sea wall, watching the sun descend Into the west sea, in the middle of a crush Of bodies, exhaust fumes & hawkers cries, When I feel the first waft of evening breeze, I think of you, and what you had whispered, Leaning on my shoulder, only into my ear.
[3] Leh - Hermit
Many miles to go on this jagged path Dusted with snow. Lungs breathless Passing through these high passes. All I had loved left below. That was a life Of another man though. Only when I See you aloft, I think of such dreams.
[4] Bangkok – Temple Robber
Desire doesn’t inflame my senses When I see you, as it does when I see A piece of rare jade, a bloody ruby, Or the moon white belly of that dancer Who taught me new love games last night. I can’t steal you: you are worthless In this worthless paper I am greedy for. I curse the clever devil who created you!
for GFly
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This
[A]
Pulling each other’s bodies
closer, lovers show how dis-
tant is the city of communion
from all of our desiring bodies.
[B] You seek comforting. My shop Is full of words, and only words. You know this. You seek solace. My arms can’t reach across all These chasms. You know this. You begin to weep. Tears fall And fill the distance. They are Not enough for this task. You Know this. You ask me to stay. What’s the use I say? We will, Even momentarily, never become One. You know this. I too know This.
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Notes to Insomnia
[1]
Moon. Full.
You are down below
With your diffused shadow.
When will you learn
To speak to him?
[2] Voices. Human. What you want to say Requires more than this. You know. Words, like dry leaves, Can’t bear such loads across. He, however, swims in the rivers That rage and froth inside.
[3] Wind. Pushing clouds. You have been floating On this, just air, for years. As you turn to tell someone, Not present, he is nodding.
[4] Memories. Of friends. Now as good as dead. This time Is not that time, gone by, And living inside you. Sniff. He is there, under that rubble. A survivor.
[5] Dawn. Approaching. Moon will soon vanish. You want to follow. But will he not call Out to you? Yearn for Your shade? Wait. Listen.
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