Tag: lovers
member name: xanthe l.
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February 27, 2007 04:16 PM EST --
What I know and do not know is changeable.
Like me, these things are mercurial. Not unstable, just fluid and easy.
I know that I do not know what Love - what it means to be in-love,
only that I do know . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:03 PM EST --
What am I if not a sigh – blate –
A brief exhalation that parses the barrier
of your half-pursed lips.
I am the easy, steady silence
the empty space you fill with me, your hungry ghost; . . .
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April 23, 2007 10:33 AM EDT --
So are we, am I, at some crossroads?
Should I be grappling with these issues of the soul
when truthfully all I can think is
more now again
Yes, I recall those thorny ethical issues,
Socratic, Platonic, . . .
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February 21, 2008 01:49 PM EST --
Dear,
Today the weather is changeable – first blue, now grey.
The sky tears occassionally – sleet on the window.
The goddess has become a real ice-bitch.
This the morning the sky . . .
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March 08, 2007 09:56 AM EST --
It is your two-step slip-slide trick of the tongue: an almost kiss, not quite.
One accepts the conjoined syllables ~ they melt soft as communion in the mouth;
Absolution in your simple, not . . .
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March 09, 2007 09:31 AM EST --
You tell me you know what it means; "Baiser."
I am one French word up. I, at last, with upper-hand.
A real tease, taquine.
I wait while you search, phone-dropped,
I can see you thumbing each . . .
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January 14, 2007 08:36 PM EST --
Errands run, car hum, I am yours
only not there to show it.
Does my silence frighten you
as much as yours frightens me?
Ors is the line disengaged -
the proverbial phone off the hook.
Jerk . . .
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January 25, 2007 04:11 PM EST --
You should know that every thing you gave:
a note, a card, a book a film, a jar of honey, a card
with the slant of your pen and which bears my name
I have never discarded one. Each is bound, with a . . .
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January 26, 2007 09:00 PM EST --
Errands run, car hum, I am yours
only not there to show it.
Does my silence frighten you
as much as yours frightens me?
Or is the line disengaged –
the proverbial phone off the hook.
Jerk the . . .
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February 16, 2007 01:14 PM EST --
It was after that dream that it happened.
That dream of Israel and us -
you chased me around the chalky, high-walled alleys.
I heard the slip of your foot as it slid in its sandal
I could almost . . .
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February 18, 2007 03:59 PM EST --
One time I came and you came.
Someone had rubbed the genie's belly
and you were there, not a vapor, but touchable
and we stood facing time in front of that 1895 Regulator, 12:28 p.m.
in . . .
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February 18, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
You are an ellipsis.
A dot, dot, dot...
A thought unfinished...
An action I just can't see through.
Then let it stand: STET.
This or we transpose -
You be me, I'll be you. . . .
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February 19, 2007 01:45 PM EST --
It is the sound of my footsteps that alarms.
They are one, singular. Without you, I am incomplete.
Half a person, wanting and yearning, I parse the miles,
I stretching to you, trying to reach your long . . .
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February 19, 2007 01:50 PM EST --
It is the sound of my footsteps that alarms.
They are one, singular. Without you, I am incomplete.
Half a person, wanting and yearning, I parse the miles,
I stretching to you, trying to reach your long . . .
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February 13, 2007 09:35 AM EST --
If I can always parse the distance,
it is always to your south that I fall.
And if I ever needed salvation, it would be to you that I would run.
And if all the earth shook, you would remain unshakable, . . .
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February 13, 2007 10:22 AM EST --
For the fifth or sixth time this hour I see you smile,
hearty and full, no holds barred, you toss it back,
let it all come down and it does
is in the linden-green of your eyes,
the bright pearl of . . .
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January 29, 2007 10:08 AM EST --
Are you not tired of the chase?
Love, I have grown weary of this fond chase, he writes.
Yes, weary, and yet I-you? would chase, chase, hide-seek,
hide-hide, seek-seek -
forever and a day - yet more? . . .
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February 15, 2007 02:01 PM EST --
Zoom - Re-Zoom
That's the way it is ~ the focus shifts; now this, then that.
We lost interest in the that. Or they do. Most do.
We are different in that we do not.
We say this . . .
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January 09, 2007 11:39 AM EST --
Funny how quiet we are when alone.
It is the healing, the balm, alone in a crowd.
We stop. We go. We find each other.
I stumble, mumble, you tap, I tap, foot rest.
Never quite close enough, is it?
Lean . . .
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January 11, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
Gone are the days of atmospheric
hiss, the sound of a shell held
to the ear. Your message is clear,
too close almost, as if you were with me.
Through the jingledy jangeldy phone
you touch me. Tired, but . . .
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