The Hot Place

You are so vast
You are so lovely

 

Other people are dreaming
As The Nocturne plays on
But I taste you
On my tongue

 

Unfathomable eyes

 

Blue nightglow
Reflections
Play on my wrists
Silver and moody
And the spiders
Weave on
And the bees sleep

 

Lunar flora
Their swollen heady aroma
Penetrate the luxurious evening
The excessive evening
That is exclusive

 

The content purr
Of cars traveling to
Destinations
Hum in the distance
Like the ocean

 

The sound of travel

 

Moths swoop towards
Precious illumination
Cinnamon
Pepper
Ripe figs
And drops of dew
Milky beads
Sticky and sweet

 

Could I tell you?
Could I ask?

 

I dare not see beyond the fence

 

Yet I close my eyes
To discover you
Among the hedges
Skirting the forest
In mossy shadow
Lined soft fur
Asking a riddle
Telling a question
Commanding a story

 

Vernal grass
Sage
Mint
Roses
Liquid leaves

 

There are so many stars above me
There are so many stars above me
There are so few stars that move me

-Aug. 13th 2002