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...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...

the twelfth minute

sitting next to the fireplace
they were conversing
with tenderness in their eyes
she was wearing an airy blue top
exposing but a bend in her cleavage
he was aware of it yet oblivious
the connect between their minds
didn’t leave room for meandering
or instant gratification

when minds make love
body jousting appears infantile
sublimating desire
subsuming earthiness
unleashing a torrent
that contains within
a lofty otherworldliness
sketching heightened mindscapes
evocative deep frenzied
and with a power to restore
the virginity
even of the knowing whore
morphing physicality into sublimity
thank you Coelho

it’s not the absence of touch
but its repurposing that underlines
shall we say redemption
of the soul a woman's body
is like a canvas prepare it
before the first dab of paint
balance mellowness and brute force
play with her from toe to eyelids
deft strokes that caress with eyes
establish trust and basics of sharing
commonplace virtues
old fashioned in an age
of green-eyed blonde angels
sporting red garter and a leathery whip

reach the apogee by a tender
less invasive act
that lasts more than
eleven minutes


(19 January 2004)