My Grace Is All You Need

only through intimate physical contact can the sacred elements contained within her form be known

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All Down The Line

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Van Morrison

Used to be

When I drove away from you

There was such a sweet taste

Tupelo Honey like Van says

Last few times

Been bitter in my mouth

Bald-faced hornet venom

Stings salty very like tears

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Who Cares

Here present with her
Consciously remember
Mirror reflective aware
Witness the sweetness
Above all else
No so much what
She’s saying but
Her voice, the way
She expresses herself
An experiment in
How to manage
This feeling – Even
Enjoy it make
It fruitful
Ever remembering how
She shoved the blade in
Me while I hugged her
What is certain is that we
Test each other’s limits as
Good friends often do
Whatever else she keeps
Coming back for more

Can’t admit what she knows &
Feels until I can speak
To the inviolate part of her
Inaccessible even to herself
I’ve insisted on a unique relationship
As endless friend & old acquaintance
Despite weak compulsion on her part
The Perfected One The Inscrutable One
That blade deep in me

It’s just the two of us
Under one roof
In this room alone
She found her dead brother’s
Chagall poster still rolled up &
Now it’s hanging over her bed
She thinks if someone doesn’t
Tell her something it means
They don’t want to tell her
That thing

Discussing herself
Dispassionately 121 lbs.
Never wore a belt
She is not my subject
She is the center of
The circle indefinable
The compass that unites

She stands apart
From any veil
With amused interest
In the prickly carnality
Of her own body
It’s her duty to be that way
& my duty to know & say
You’re divine
She gives a derisive snort
With little emotional valence
But
At moments like this
In front of this adored
Chimerical Dream Being
Who cares

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Walking Home Westward

After Seeing Three Colors: Blue @ the Michigan Theater

With ML and Jeanne

Sublime

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Holcolm

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One Deciphers Rather Than Sees

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Mystery?: Part 6

So significant in my eyes

As real as a hat in a tree

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Mystery: Part 5

5.

School Mistress
Out of proportion
Inside the tight mud
Colored suit jacket
Her breasts enormous
Swollen sagging fruit
Implacable
Mammaries
Amazing
Barely bobbing
Firm-jelly
High firm
Patted mounds
Of pancake batter
Over the top
Eroticizing the unavailable

The first time she saw herself
As the object of desire
A certain kind of quick
Appraising (male) attention
Accelerating mental dislocation
Like the stepmother in a porno
Discovering how just how hard
A new step-son can be

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Mystery?: Part 4

A central figure
Around whom
The chaos swirls
She gravitated to
Transgressive fare
Provocative
Ravishing
Possessed
Yet in control
Feral & physical
Without artifice
Men project onto her
But cannot possess her

She has been electric for me
An intense conductive current
A chain of affinities an event
From some magnetic domain
The flame that spares nothing

What urges do you have We’re
Only guilty of tasting the fruit

Love at crash site
A brick mansion in
The specious present
Her sweet audacities
End up in a precipice
The hope of reaching the
Eternal in her momentary
We have already not done
All that we will not do

Human consciousness
& the human body
Remain inseparable
Sweet enduring vision or
Plaint of infernal pleasure
Sex is the way sentience continues
The way consciousness renews itself
No wonder it’s always in our mind

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