Saturday night tumble

Saturday night tumble

…and yet

and yet…

everything is
so
just so

sunlight
shaken
from a swan’s wings

The questions bind
into one answer

love is your possession
passions music of teeth
and wet lips
thrusting into  animal atmospheres
into your circled release
of falling soft and gentle feathers
my lioness held softly in sleep

Remember the lion takes what is his
he fights for his place beside her
 wakes roaring  with possession


he knows no other way to bind her heart

Yet she conquers him with a sigh
her hair upon the pillow
 the gesture of her fingers
 the possessions of her eyes
 her circling hips and submissive moans

the sparrow finds the air with it’s wing
the snuggled hollow spreading open
to all questions and answers
of sunlight rivers, and flowered dawns

this is our possession
a  movement within stillness

sunlight
shaken
from a swan’s wings

it was the moonlight that killed me
Saturday night dreams
are precise stabs in the heart
when you are lost
inside a sea of faces,
unrecognized,
and you dwell in the house of sorrow,
immortal

the clouds part the  moment,
 you
in long skirted  shadows part the sky
flamenco gypsy of the night moon
Spanish strings,on,dancing fingers

you dance among the starry inclines of light
among the pine lake
 childlike wild,.and wanting

bare hearts beneath  lovers cloaks
together twined with burning  flowers

this is our possession
a  movement within stillness

a dandelion is a common weed
ancestors unknown
and the monkey grinder
plays on and on

we were
infants smiling inside sunlight,
wearing daisy petal bonnets

we were black bears
sauntering
from our winter caves, I had given
birth to a two speckled cubs and
the snow was melting
inside,
resting on our fur

you were a stallion of perplexity I followed
pawing at uncertainty
and the dust foreshadowed
 graves and white gardenias
pressed like mercy
into our book of Poems,
Artemis had no better arrow,
by and by

we are fragile parchment
cliched skeletons
clutching words that kill us
and resurrect us
with the same jealous breath