My Romanian Lover

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My Romanian lover

Through the garden path I walked
she sat astride the bench

quiet, silent and cute

her chubby dog so mute
I walked unknowingly

a short nap
oldie me
how she saw me
then rested on the opposite side
on an isolated branch of a tree
as I closed my eyes in reverie
she came alongside
and calmly sat beside

without any fear
as she smiled

THE ALCHEMIST

He draws a line in arabesque, to trace
a whirling smoke around the mortal band;
surprised vacancy wraps around a hand
that starts to sculpture beauty’s lovely face.

With hands in cosmic mist he would aspire
to fold back stars beyond the milky sea,
but what he finds, re-forms, increases ire,
where eye ahead of sense just cannot see?

Like a black horse turns blue
In sunlight’s
Uncertain shuffle
Melancholy comes
And goes

The thought of love
And its losing
The woes of paucity
Corruption and crumbling

No matter how intense the azure
Orange or pink thoughts
Fill the sky
By day’s end
And the ocean’s blue
Turns clear or green
With the eyes’ minor adjustment

But what would we be
Without a color to mirror
Our doleful souls?

Every heart knows sorrow
And every eye starts blue

i'm unwinding my head
on
honey moon belly
sucking carnivorous losanges
falling in love with glazed
eye ball devils
hypnotic stare

destination
a tunnel of fiendish odysseys

blood drooling eel
vomits gush white
daddy long leg threads
in honeys wet cage
to wither
writhing spit hot
in fat muscle and bone
headless
head first
like a mindless falcon
after scattered mice

One foot on the floor one hand on the wheel
The notion of surprise maybe no big deal
We came this far not to turn back now
No use looking back when your hands on the plow
Shadows drift apart at the drop of the dime

Folding hands to forget the night,
When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

Like dancing in a mine field
Feet as sensitive
As the hair in your ears
She pirouettes like rain drops
Hips rebounding like billiard balls
Her body in constant motion
As spellbinding as a hummingbird’s wings
Limbs — bending and unbending —
Like a pump jack
Coaxing oil from the ground
She leaps like water from a fountain
And then centers herself
Like a universe’s star
She’s all the colors and every emotion
Like wind through the curtains
A sledgehammer through walls
Her chest heaves

Longing to belong
Where I should never have went

I risk it all
for it to make no sense

Lonely, I am
And lonely I'll be

Cause where ever I go
I make no absence

No one misses me
and I do not belong

Travel, I do
and travel, I will

For me not to belong
It's a blessing

I need no one
and my life is full

Belonging is not a what
It's a fleeting feeling

Running through you
waiting to be discovered

Belong to yourself
And no one else