You are all contrast
petal lips and coarseness
chiaroscuro.
Rough beauty
for you I will be an unrolled map
every day a new country
virgin soil.
I will be the fresh forest
where, exploring, you trample
unseen buds
the clay cut from the fast-flowing river’s turn
that you shape with the pressure of your hands.
Finding place
You're needing, desiring, having, taking, pulling, discarding.
Finish wanting.
Give up your will, be loved again.
Ceremonial
the day grew out of our responsibility. we filled an area we called Mesa with the elements we would use. a campfire, roaring its pleasure in the logs it consumed, sent a cloud of smoke to that other place. we drank water, for pleasure. our feet were grounded, of course, our heads in or near the clouds. we decided we could learn a lot. a wind swirled, that was music. the air was rich, new for everyone. we stayed inside the picture, engulfed with a word that we weren’t about to say. the final act would be so gentle, consummate, yet even so proud. there would be a dalliance, seemly as the wind. this poetry, one of us said, cannot lose us. and there was nothing to do but agree.
in the field|| part one|text and image [1]
in his eyes, black world, intent pressure balls into there, quits, quell next, the sundown, ring sheet, awful hone, in the, the eyes, stand,
of overcoming and re, rerum of latin and slang , in this across face
perfect preface of two bodies , of when they were young, and the bell, standing the peat, cemetery where he lay, he , she walked in the room
around the , in this, his, enjoy, envy
but prior to before, across the wharf and the choir , and the shell, over the quicksand, and the never never , opinion and its fate, charmed pillow, weak at the knees, by her knees, and he stands, lifts , no she lies, he lay, the grass, the scent off the air time, bound and the, yes, the, was, the nave, as it worked, forewarned is foreordained redeemed in the room, the mercy of it, perish the nature of her , she meanders of the course,
in the field, of the collar and the crowd hour of the instant, in her tea, and the cup balanced, touching as it spread its toast , spilled over the table cloth, and her hand, was the knot, as it lay, held on the pole, the bus, the night near midnight or past, or past midnight and her body was foresworn, not so, in the world that is that, this is the business of the others, and their heralds and the picnic the day before, as he lay , but was not there, but gone, vanished, off , up in the air, as she lay horizontal cross ways over the place, was its point the oblong , as he heard, far off, in the place, had been ordained from her, ordained from the fare, and its captive in the right but it was, not, it was, not it was not as it should as she played, and her arm, and her elbow were leaned by in, toward the place, there he lay, he lay there he lay, had he lain, for so many, for how so many a moon, it lingered over the bells were gray,
sough of willow, in the , near the bay, by the , not near the cove, when she wandered, in her stray as he stood, then, no he lay by the ocean, and the water noise, when she pondered, she paced,
she paced
and wave wrangling near the heather, of the moor, and her shore, it sentenced by the nerve of her, heart and the seal there of her necklace its devotion to her
his body still at the quiet, so the spot, of the kneel and the voice its trail,
at the heel of her hand
of the hour by the moon and its stay, hanging there
of overcoming and re, rerum of latin and slang , in this across face
perfect preface of two bodies , of when they were young, and the bell, standing the peat, cemetery where he lay, he , she walked in the room
around the , in this, his, enjoy, envy
but prior to before, across the wharf and the choir , and the shell, over the quicksand, and the never never , opinion and its fate, charmed pillow, weak at the knees, by her knees, and he stands, lifts , no she lies, he lay, the grass, the scent off the air time, bound and the, yes, the, was, the nave, as it worked, forewarned is foreordained redeemed in the room, the mercy of it, perish the nature of her , she meanders of the course,
in the field, of the collar and the crowd hour of the instant, in her tea, and the cup balanced, touching as it spread its toast , spilled over the table cloth, and her hand, was the knot, as it lay, held on the pole, the bus, the night near midnight or past, or past midnight and her body was foresworn, not so, in the world that is that, this is the business of the others, and their heralds and the picnic the day before, as he lay , but was not there, but gone, vanished, off , up in the air, as she lay horizontal cross ways over the place, was its point the oblong , as he heard, far off, in the place, had been ordained from her, ordained from the fare, and its captive in the right but it was, not, it was, not it was not as it should as she played, and her arm, and her elbow were leaned by in, toward the place, there he lay, he lay there he lay, had he lain, for so many, for how so many a moon, it lingered over the bells were gray,
sough of willow, in the , near the bay, by the , not near the cove, when she wandered, in her stray as he stood, then, no he lay by the ocean, and the water noise, when she pondered, she paced,
she paced
and wave wrangling near the heather, of the moor, and her shore, it sentenced by the nerve of her, heart and the seal there of her necklace its devotion to her
his body still at the quiet, so the spot, of the kneel and the voice its trail,
at the heel of her hand
of the hour by the moon and its stay, hanging there
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