ton voix

mon dieu…

your voice leaves me dizzy
and giddy
that molten steel
and honey
envelopes me with velvet
kisses my ear with your tone
the melodious rapture
shimmies throughout my body

i want you now and forever

gesture

i will write my story on your body
each clever turn of thoughts
each tender passion of heart
each
this fragile gesture wanting a soft place to land
this memory of myself i seek to find
the questions in your eyes
in your legs
in and on your belly

disappear

yes, sometimes i want to rend and tear this love because i get afraid that it will eat me alive, that i will lie here alone with my shattered heart, that i will become thin and disappear – it is all i want – to disappear with you. this love knocks at the fringe of existence, a silent roar, the tiger not only of desire, but also of unbearable being. your effect on me from the force of your soul, from the soul of the world leaves me unable to resist all that i’ve ever wanted to affirm. in this life. in this body. my spirit has always lived there even in its hidden lair but never with another in this communion. this secret life has been the treasure of my dragon. our secret. and now yours. you show up and with your beautiful eyes, your naked spirit leave me defenseless and not wanting to defend.

sillyness

you may always write to me in your language. i love hearing your music. your direct heart.

i have been unable to sleep tonight. waking with nightmares. crying out and thrashing. this danger comes close. where are you?

i wish i was there to drink your tears… to calm your breast… to enwrap you

i carry all of you – the tears, the laughing, the genius, the sillyness – you in your entirety – that’s all i want

gambaderai

j’attends votre meeting avec vous
dans les montagnes juste près de notre maison
lily et je gambaderai
dans la congélation froide
je vous sens tout près
mon amour

many more days

votre poulpe m’a dans sa poignée que je ne peux pas m’échapper

two

a slow start
with many desires
but tired body and mind

before time

in the time before time i imagined
myself in a cave of waiting
the seaweed of dreams
holding what would become my feet
the sea in my mind was the only mind
and the only sea
there was no dancing
because the dance was all there was
no whispers because the breath
of his voice was not yet born

in the time before time i dreamed
of running as far as
running could go
falling into eternity
and what would become my pulse
there was no horizon
because the sea was not held
no veins to rein her force
no shore to implore her waves

in the time before time i slept
folding the covenant of time
into its source
the sleeping was no different than the waking
because there were no eyes
no seeing to be done
or undone
no faces to be held
no promises to beholden

in the time before time i wept
the tears of a forgotten dream
an imagination untangled
into the simple strands of memory
there was no remembering
because nothing bound
the threads of being
there was no being
because there were no feet
to dance this dance

secret symphony

your fragrance
your touch…

i still hear your voice, your laugh, your thinking
the traces of love
like so many footprints in the sand
walk towards me
and away from me
this secret feeling
this silent symphony
surrounds me
with heart held high
i smile
softly to myself
the benediction of love
has granted me new life

mes cris perçants

oui, je veux aller avec vous partout. paris est sans fin naturellement. je pourrais dépenser des vies là et ne pas découvrir encore tous ses mystères. but perhaps i travel with you, to other uncharted territories de la belle france. the tiger does well in the wild, dans le sauvage, moins entendront mes cris perçants

fall into me

he says he is dizzy

i say

fall into me, my love