Poetry

In who's lap
did you lay your head
when last your heart was broken?
Am I to be exiled
from your sight
from your arms
for the simple crime
of loving you?
Worlds trembled
and the gods smiled
when I held
your hand in mine --
is this then to be
the final line?

 

I have trod these cobbles before,
these Alexandrian dreams

(spoken as if to a lover)

The very sound of your voicerings a magical chord

in my heart --and when you call my name

it is the voice of the Ineffable

singing me into being.

I breathe you in

with every breath I take --

the scent of you fires my heart

and the breath from your lungs

animates my soul

(breathebreathe into me).