the sadness of others
can be exciting to some
she quips with offhand wisdom
studying my eyes
looking for recognition
of the simple truth
transferred from wherever
her thoughts
may come.
“I have known such
for a quite some time”
I convince my self
“She must have been searching for me,”
I assume, “in her thoughts.”
I offer what is mine
to care for her comfort
as I am conquered by soft pleasure
when she comes through
and so I lay bait, but no trap
So long as they keep coming back for bait
no trap is necessary
And so I paint the walls around her
with images of endless fields
chased by sunshine
with flocks of brilliant birds
and herds of colored beasts
with poems of freedom
inlayed into the shadows
cast beyond the horizon
plus I add the moon
Saturn and comets
and I unpack her a picnic
on the carpet
Melon,
salad greens and sprouts,
berries, bananas.
Her colorful fingertips
dance and tease
the cold cubes
and simple tender slices
before she slides them down her tongue
in well-chewed gulps
High heels, black stockings
red lipstick and pineapple
Pearl moonstone choker
and mango juice
dripping down neck from lip
Coconut milk
Light accent hues
applied smoothly
to her eyelids
as she mouthily devours
her crisp wet meal
of fresh sweet fruit
She licks the peels
as ancient instruments
and modern rhythms
thicken the air
We ignore all knocking
and let bells ring
unanswered
I cover the windows
with a rich tapestry
a constellation
of the ancient gods
engaged in war
in copulation
in games of death and treachery
where the prize
is the great romance
of this world
through time
which may have ceased
its linear flow
nstead now
convinced and content
to bounce mischievously
from point to point,
dropping hints
that the great cosmic coincidence
that brought us together
may have been something more divine
more ancient even
than man’s quest
to end
his loneliness
This great cosmic coincidence
was born of an era
before the first cloud
was led by the new wind
to lay down
the concentric circular waves
pulsing upon the tiny puddle
that grew to form the ocean
with currents crushing upon
and roaring against the sand
proclaiming
“the earth is finite
so we had best to learn
the ways of Love.”