the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
 
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
 
i am an unmarried mother
 
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
 
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

like a virgin

tonight i see her like a virgin
she had called me and said
can i send you my poems
a child-woman of the pop age
the woman is at the edge
about to burst out of skin
the precocious flower child
of the sixties in the frenzied
throes of growing up
in touch with her awakening
sexuality
i'm just a messed up
fluctuating body with the constant
of emotions
she said
metaphysical mass
cohabiting a virgin’s nubile
being throbbing with her
first cataclysmic orgasm
in waiting

tonight i see her like a virgin
the sweat on her inner thigh
beads of precocity
her delicate wilderness unfulfilled
desires untamed high horses
seek answers
and the virgin isn't very much different
she just has some of her illusions
in tact
she said

tonight i see her like a virgin
never thought of her like that
in our many mind elevating
conversations food for thought
or could they be subliminal
libidinous overtures
her intellect defy her time
her prose poetry art sculpture
have a life of their own
her intensity like the flaming
ends of the passionate twain
she burns
i have a problem when people
try to define me
she said

tonight i see her like a virgin


(14 December 2003)