migrating thoughts

i.

we were in love once or perhaps
I was in love with You.  I wrote poems
for You
on every lotus petal
we opened
with words
I borrowed
from Rumi

inside out and now this memory lingers, rising
to the surface
like a newborn Venus

I wonder how it might have been had You
fallen in love with me.

I wonder how it might have been if we
still wrote poems to one another.

I wonder if love can fall out of love.

ii.

let me tell you about my archway of dreams
'Arcos de Cobertizo', Alhaurin el Grande
the mountainside majesty and bustling coastline
awaken me with the scents of cedar and roses
lamb and apricots
jasmine incense fills my longing
with the solitary dawn
marjoram, saffron cumin and coriander
aged Spanish rosemary
fill golden domes and arched courtyards
cobbled in charm
palm trees sway in warm breezes
pomegrante juice stains my lips,
I am unadorned in myrtle,
the colour of nutmeg,
bells on my feet
cymbals on my fingers
still intrigued by the Dance of Desire

iii.

she noticed her hands today
one hand crossed over the other
palms up

like prayers

branches to touch heaven
roots to feel earth
rocks to clouds
blood to water

iv.

"I have new muses now" you say...
as if I could be amused or bemused

we close iron gates, hinges creaking
with salt air
oceans lift us

occasional dreams
abandoned cities
distant shores

pluck
falling stars

v.

bees
buzzing
with the
weight of
flowers under
wings.

vi.

the heart beats in every breast
Love's rhythm has no rhyme
or reason
nor words to describe

poets HA!

you are all useless!

better that you pick sunflowers
from your hair

vii.

down by the river of no return
sits

no one

wind chimes tinkle
with children's laughter

ducks snore
wild geese learn to fly

viii.

they made me bleed
cut me in half,
a rainbow arc,
I bend with moonlight

ix.

I have nothing else to give to you,
not even a poem
for as sunlight breaks into dawn
and the dawn feeds my emptiness,
I am desire itself.
Yours.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69PPEyC7_z8&feature=related  The Poem of Life