The Tao

you elude me
as I chase you
like a bandit
into a barren land beyond words or concepts
you are my path, my only desire
here
finally
crossing the border between heaven and earth
empty void
brilliant light
in an instant, the idea of thought emerges
and is the mother to all creation
free of hope or despair
I finally penetrate the mystery of your duality
to see what is real
I see you
hiding deep in a cocoon of abstraction
you greet me with a kiss
as I finally open this intangible doorway
to the darkness within the light

I have seen her walking

I have seen her walking
walking with such ease
that butterflies will fall asleep
cicadas nap in the trees
I catch her scent in the breeze
as she approaches

I have seen her walking
she walks in cool disguise
she reads a book by Marguerite
she wears a hat from Mozambique
her grace and loveliness complete
I feel a muggy tropic heat
as she approaches

I have loved your beauty
your spirit even more
I have watched
your dancing arms
entice the avatars
your steamy undulations
tighten
the strings on my guitar
I love it when you hide your face
behind the moon
and in stars

Share with me the secrets
your esoteric ways
help me find satori
and take a holiday
You wear the morning like a dress
it shimmers when you're effortless
you've overwhelmed my consciousness
so what can I say?

When I am old and gray
and nodding by the fire
When a smile descends on me
you'll know what memory transpires
you are the fulfillment of desire
and like a funeral pyre
that dismisses all my priors
you're all that love requires
you're all that life inspires

I will see you walking
as I take my final breath
as you quietly embrace me
the opposite of death

time machine

you take me back in time
most days I revert to sixteen
happy and full of hormones
dying of sexual curiosity

now I’m twelve
spin the bottle for my first kiss
let’s play indians
you be the squaw, okay?
can I tie you up?

then I’m six
first day of kindergarten
playing with your hair as you smile
don’t let the teacher see
(first rush of sexual awareness)

and then I’m one
nestled in your bosom
no no not age one
you and I are one before we became two
back to conception
nothing more than a spark of nucleopeptides
before my original face
back back back in time
a thousand million billion years ago
I’m reduced to a reptilian brainstem
all limbic synapses, no cortex but still managing to think
my what a gorgeous ass you have
all grunts and licking and finally

I reach a state of no mind, no chatter, no Zen
only this endless hopeless drive of evolution
only the hunger in my cock
desperate in my need to fuck you
then my goddess
you disappear into quantum soup
into what was before the beginning
there
ah
yes

dharma baby

dharma babyon dangerously high heeled shoes
you strut down this street of overpriced shops selling bottled hopes
the one true thing of beauty here
in this desert of botox and bulemia
bursting with estrogen
pheromones wafting behind you
like the terrible wake of a sexual tsunami

I’m washed up on this naked shore
torn and tattered
leaning, leaning
into the salty afternoon
sticky with sweat and sand

I watch you like the setting sun
admiring your beauty and turning you in my mind
like some koan that has driven me insane
fingers desperately unbuttoning
your blouse, so sheer

I can simply see
my destruction
my addiction
you’re a cablebox of love
500 channels and no sign of stopping
more than I can ever enjoy in a lifetime

I love to watch you wash your face
your morning rituals
comfort me

my little shakti
my tantric tormentor
my baby bodhisattva
thank you for specializing in sensual salvation

I have seen her walking

I have seen her walking
walking with such ease
that butterflies will fall asleep
cicadas nap in the trees
I catch her scent in the breeze
as she approaches

I have seen her walking
she walks in cool disguise
she reads a book by Marguerite
she wears a hat from Mozambique
her grace and loveliness complete
I feel a muggy tropic heat
as she approaches

I have loved your beauty
your spirit even more
I have watched your dancing arms
entice the avatars
your steamy undulations
tighten
the strings on my guitar
I love it when you hide your face
behind the moon
and in stars

Share with me the secrets
your esoteric ways
help me find satori
and take a holiday

You wear the morning like a dress
it shimmers when you’re effortless
you’ve overwhelmed my consciousness
so what can I say?

When I am old and gray
and nodding by the fire
When a smile descends on me
you’ll know what memory transpires
you are the fulfillment of desire
and like a funeral pyre
that dismisses all my priors
you’re all that love requires
you’re all that life inspires
I will see you walking
as I take my final breath
as you quietly embrace me
with the opposite of death

nina takes a nap

in silks and lace
my Nina goes
as she disrobes and discards
the worries of a long day
humming a song she heard on the radio
yippee! time to catch some z’s!
the bed catches her fall
and a minute later she’s asleep
descended fully
into her own private Montana
big sky country in dreamland
man, that’s a neat trick!

so I whisper poems into her ear
as she sleeps
hoping that she’ll dream of me
one by one
two by two

I love to watch you do nothing
every bored gesture of your hand, a dance recital
every pose, a mudra
every smile, an enigma
a rare orchid blooms within you
delicate and fragrant
lying in wait
like a thief of hearts
I listen and I can hear Billie Holliday
singing deep within your dream
and at this moment
I thank the gods in heaven
that we were born in a time of peace

diving into you
like hot sake carefully poured into a perfect raku cup
I feel your warmth on my fingers
like a soft summer rain
mist buoyed by a southern breeze
light as the scent of blossoms
spring quivering within the heart of winter
an endless joy of complete reality
we share
here
alone together

I love to sit with you reading
I’m finishing up On the Road
and Jack’s long sentences
Send me into a light sleep of my own
I like his haiku though
full of office girls and medicine cabinets
and the bottom of my shoes
You’re reading a novel
romantic perhaps, or not
but sentimental in your own way
and then you tell me
this summer, the light comes so early, doesn’t it?
overwhelmed
by this rare and holy emotion of gratefulness
on this perfect day
when the weather is as lovely as can be
I kiss you
my savior
my lucky talisman

I love to watch you walking
I wish I were as close to you
as that skirt of yours
clinging to that gorgeous ass
but unfortunately
we’re adults now
with grown up responsibilities
so we go to work
pay bills
make our votes count

but the weight of the common day
burns like reflux in my throat
nothing compares to this joy you’ve brought me
I am in your clay
and you are mine
so I decline the invitations
of my poetry and wine companions

I refuse go out
I refuse to be social
I refuse to evolve beyond my limbic brainstem
preferring instead
to see your original face
to master a higher state of consciousness
to reverse the flow of time
to savor every moment with you
knitting them into a continuous eternity
a new duality
that cascades into a quantum soup
of elemental experience

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