Seven short love poems
Sep 12 '04
The Bottom Line These are seven short love poems that I have written over the years and which are close to my heart.
I. Recollecting a Moment
We stumbled upon the indefinable
Hidden behind a sandalwood fan
Where a nose kissed the sculptured arabesque
And speckled light cross a checkered cheek ran.
There, naked mind, calmly oblivious
To rude rational scrutinizations,
Dissolved immodestly in a sea of
Spaceless, timeless, termless relation.
Boundless, leisurely continguity!
No self fetish, there! No thou perceived!
Washed of profit-thoughts by the quivering light,
In soulful play was perfect love conceived.
Life’s teeming memories shan’t that one displace,
Of thee, sweet dream, sweet flickering face.
II. The Sandbox
In a corner of my world is a sandbox
Where a fervent, breathless child came to play,
Immersing her soul in that sea of texture
And testing her flesh against the piquant spray.
In the swirling billows, by chance, she floated near,
Daring to reach deeply, to feel, to taste.
And eyes, reaching out with soft, silent sentience,
While the hoary sands lay motionless, embraced.
She came just once to that leisurely sandbox.
There, in the cool coalescence of a kiss,
We touched and merged for all duration,
And drifted off in an ethereal bliss.
III. Wandering, parched and weary
Wandering, parched and weary,
I chance upon a spring,
From hilltop womb effusing,
Where naiads sing.
Coy eyes dance from my gaze,
Soft pulsing hands extend.
One sip to soothe forever!
Farewell, my friend.
IV. We danced our joy upon the clouds
We danced our joy upon the clouds.
We sipped a kiss beneath the trees.
Did love annoy the winsome shrouds
That lurk behind the shifting breeze?
With tick and tock, the sad old clock
Awoke the melancholy moon.
I sank upon an ancient rock,
And drifted down, down in a swoon.
V. Unnamed
The Field I Slept In Tears I Cried
I Woke (Such Love) The Flower Beside
The Child I Seek Of Thee I Bring
To Kiss A Life Its Fragrant Sting
VI. Brave each vibrant eye repining
Brave each vibrant eye repining,
Coy the cautious soul divining
That a web of love’s designing
Is a snare that’s best declined.
Still the pattern’s soft illusion
By its delicate intrusion
Lends the orb a flushed confusion.
Is this heart to love inclined?
VII. If we could for a breath detain
If we could for a breath detain
Our hasty world, and thereby gain
A moment no one else would miss,
Lady, I’d spend it on a kiss.
And if the clock should stop for two,
Still I would spend them both on you.
The first would go to love your eyes.
I’d have your lips the second prize.
And if an age I could request,
There’d be sweet ways to pass the rest.
We’d grow fine rocks from little sands.
I’d place the pebbles in your hands.
Time’s beating wings would fan our plays
And set this paper love ablaze.
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