APHRODITE HOTEL
At the Aphrodite Hotel
Moon and Acropolis
full in our window
Greece is so lubricating
Tag Archives: sensuality
OLIVE OIL
OLIVE OIL
In Greece last week
I bought a bottle of extra virgin olive oil
Which is a bit more expensive than the
regular virgin kind
I expect that it is due to the labor involved
tying all the branches apart
So that they don’t even touch themselves
WIND AND RAIN
WIND AND RAIN
Does wind linger long in the rain
to quench its desert thirst
Or in the day shiver
and hurry to the sunlight
At night does it eagerly
slip through open windows
To join us under echoing roof
and kiss our skins with
moistened lips
AGAIN
AGAIN
To look out across sunsets and centuries
to see time as nothing – – – love as all
To touch new skins in wonder
and come together again
Under a sky, dark with a million
ancient stars
WIND AND RAIN
WIND AND RAIN
Does wind linger long in the rain
to quench it’s desert thirst
Or in the day shiver
and hurry to the sunlight
At night does it eagerly
slip through open windows
To join us under echoing roof
and kiss our skins with
moistened lips
LULLABY TO POLARITY
LULLABY TO POLARITY
The more the more you are woman
the more I am man
The more you rest soft in my arms
the stronger they become
The more the more I am man
the more you are woman
The more the strength
in the shape of the spoon
The more the more even in sleep
you curl up and melt
into sugar and good medicine
VENUS UNEARTHED BY THE CHRISTIANS
VENUS UNEARTHED BY THE CHRISTIANS
At first they sermonized her some
and prayed long over her and around her
And yet she solidly refused to change
In their Christian charity
(it was more rampant then)
they decided not to destroy her
And yet
it was not a good thing for the children
to see her touching herself in that way
So the arms would have to go
RELUCTANT SHE RISES
RELUCTANT SHE RISES – A VALENTINE FOR DORSEY
Reluctant she rises from morning love
The voice of a million things to do
Argues with the voice
of the perfect moment
Slowly concedes
and falls back
into a purr
ODE TO NERUDA
ODE TO NERUDA
You have gifted the world with your being
and your words the fruits of your being
You have seen the mother and the lover
in the sea tides rocking rhyme
In the flowers of her hair
in your politics of care
You remind us of the role of all poets
to open and meet the world naked
To perceive the world naked
to receive the world naked
To sing the world naked
naked as your hand
BUTTERFLY
BUTTERFLY
I had this urge to turn
and touch my lips to yours
ever so ever so lightly
My softness to your sweetness
like a butterfly’s
first taste
of
cotton candy