The Orgy

The orgy took place, obviously, that Spring:
an entire polis, as if rehearsing diligently
all throughout the barren months of the year,
managed to climax together.

Soon after the Great Melts, as they would
one distant day be called by great distant
people, the Sun began flirtatiously
dancing again on Skin, Hair- causing Heat.

These Great Melts caused massive floods-
in between bedsheets and beneath curtains,
pouring through the ceilings and into cellars,
all the Ice streamed into puddles on streets.

Large lakes made from passions and melted
snow, threatening with months of tired,
dirty, unforgiving weight, encompassed all
and made the Orgy wet and tremendous.

No one was prepared or equipped
with the necessary provisions of thesse
newly found rabid energies, previously
entangled with blankets and cold winds.

Aching joints and soft muscles covered
in mucous were at once lifted into sensual
movement, unreleased, frenzied, filled with
the vernal memory of intimacy and flowers.

Frenzy, of course, lead to the famous Dog Days,
when Time became too heavy to leap
from fat idleness to unscripted passion,
and instead sat stubbornly still, sweating.

The Orgy had lasted for only months, rolling,
finally reaching its own peak once the
sweat was no longer novel and the Sun
began to stay out longer than needed.

The Daydream

The best part of all when one’s sweet on someone is not precisely
that moment when they finally speak to you, instantly or over
the telephone, or most elusively in the face to face sort of
way. Nor is it the actual meeting and exchange of glance
and breath and time, even though one would think this
would be the bull’s-eye… It comes at Solitude’s pace,
in between the hours of the day that require care,
filling in these fissures with a physical, buoyant
light. This moment to decide the where, who,
and when, all directed inwardly for a stab of
self-love and self-loathing. This daydream
makes the possibilities seem glorious,
no matter the improbability of such
a fantasy being replicated by The
Reality. Small bursts of joy go
into the veins, feeding cells
and causing the body
itself to continue
working, if only
to prove that
daydreams
help to
love
all.

Lost in Blue

Lost in blue that
comes out of you
with a seamless
wave of careless joy.

Lost in blue that
still rings true
after moments'
perfections, always coy.

Lost in blue that
sticks like glue
and covers charms
between girl and boy.

Lost in blue that
comes out of you
with a seamless
wave of careless joy.

La Riqueza del Pecado

Entre tú y yo, te digo,
que cuando suenan los acordes
sonámbulos, amantes del sentido
para oír, un delirio de la belleza
floreada y sin apostrofes,
la riqueza del pecado se hace real.

Entre tú y yo, te digo,
que marchar en las nieves Norteñas,
sin cuidar el alma, que ni dan
socorro a los amores perdidos,
derriten la energía fina creada
por un Sol aislado guapo.

Entre tú y yo, te digo,
que vivir en esta Tierra con
tantas maravillas vivas, sabiendo
que un dia morirán, causa temor
que solamente se puede consolar
con la voz de un tequila.

Entre tú y yo, te digo,
que todas las palabras inventadas,
arquetipos de lo que ya uno lleva en
su mente primordial, nunca son
suficientemente grandes para soportar
tanto frenesí y paz tangible.

Relentless Winter Haiku

Souls pummeled with snow
trail icicles and rock salt.
Just wear miniskirts.

Three

A precise and convincing
balance of elemental reason,
through your engineering, brings:

The most surprising, weightless
gift of unconditional Love.

The only true attempt at ones
removal of the distracting Ego.

An unpredicted, yet tangible
example of enlightened Fate.

A renewal in the usability and
purpose of unmatched Patience.

The reminder to never deny a
moment of flawless Laughter.

An intuition which discerns
effects of palpable Tempo.

Speeds and weights increase, and you,
made of cosmic, fossil elements,
will continue to enthrall me always.