Morning - And all of you have gone. Time, a golden snake Unwinds from a magic storybook It’s lazy, glittering scales Drip one by one Crystallizing Diamondizing. That boat ride with you and how we had laughed Circling madly on the sunlit lake! Friend’s voices, a child’s high question Above the drone of a small plane. Now the skies swing by Clouds collide As I surge towards a deep stillness.
START OF DAY
It’s a quarter to six And already You push back the quilt Swinging your legs beside the bed. A yawn creases your stubbled face A shiver touches you momentarily But you sigh and walk away Not pausing to look at the pale window. In a minute I hear the shower An angry awakening sea of heat And feel the apple-scented foam Slide over your skin with my hands, The strawberry loofah with the teddy bear Dangling from the corner hook Will bring a reluctant smile to your lips, As will the memory of something I said last evening. You will dress in a shirt I ironed yesterday And glide downstairs to the kitchen noiselessly And, while pouring out the milk, knit your brows At the president’s statements Printed on the newspaper’s face. A quick bound up the stairs and You bend to kiss me goodbye. I lie on your pillow when you’re gone.
RENDEZVOUS
when summer dusk colors the lips of the hollow grass ringed pool fireflies laugh wantonly at the naked swimming moon,
silver becomes the shade of desire dyeing the shore's long wet hair a hush, only the cicadas breathe among the trembling tamarinds:
then aloud floats the moan of conch shell as lover-like the scented wind mounts.