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Steppe
11-03-2015, 04:45 AM
I


honeycomb
of oneness
wondrous

a sharing
of sweet treats

her mind
in mine

mine
in hers

loafing
on the green hills
we pluck flower-words

walk together
on city streets

trade our secrets
in the neon glow
of language


II


suppose we walk somewhere
on this beach

..............sunk
...........in fog

stripped of all but
.....blueberry-blue stones
........and oyster-white shells

.....in the coo of quiet
..only the whisper
of a dove-grey sea
sighing

..........the mist
like smooth sailcloth
floating in a small breeze
...............ruffling our hair
in the early darkness
..........of light

....................heartbeats
..............dancing away like Sanderlings

....................laughing
....................laughing
......................on the tides of love


III


one soft rock
is enough
to sit in the sun -
who sets
the sea light
phosphorescent

wave of stars
in the white river

sky moons quiver.....slow

we wish our dreams
to sail under
the blessing
of gods

echo
our bodies
with sounds
green from the sea

wind from the islands
feathering our rock
in the feathering wind


IV


remembrance of you
like windows -
the always gathering
of a sun's event
between

eyes
like sea-able blue skies
looking at me

but there is no going
back -
only the cold wish -

the empty window
and the un-shinning
..............................sunset


V


boat's drifting
....................pause
on a water nymph's
licentious.......oz

where the glow of red rivers
....................tethers
....................to twilight.

In the last wink of sun
golden eyelids blink
between the seen
....................and un-seen.

entangled in time
love seeks its own
as it lies prone
....................in the green
....................reeds

as passion
on the breasts of night
buries a cry
....................in the sensuous
....................light

of stars
winking on the rails
the moons
dancing with the undine
....................on the wave-white
....................sails.


VI


she was there last spring
the long summer
and into fall

I never saw
such round eyes
or bewitching smile

I would sit and listen
to her merry songs
on my front porch

and when she was gone
I sat alone
watching the stars


the tall grass
swayed a little
under apple boughs

I couldn't be sure
I'd seen her face
in the April rain

but when she sang
with the katydids
in the keening wind

I knew she was back
and I could sing with the moon

and my friend
.....................frog


VII


rain -

there are wet leaves
on my car

she's standing
next to them
laughing

she knew
I'd look for someone
just like her

for the rest of my
..........................life


VIII


memory
soft as old rain
eased her into my thoughts

across the street
the moon-glow from Ted's Tavern
colored the wine from my lament

why did it come back
this pensive mood

she knew
I'd look for someone
just like her

just like a small bird singing
in the rain


IX

flesh-
bare
vision
of her
that
bellies
up
with soft
skin
on curved
hips
a
to
and fro
of slithering
thighs
in blue
water

zig
and zag
of bubble
foams
following
the
passionate
lights
of long
luminous
legs


X


I sat in the dark
like a sad song
almost done

had she left yet

the door opened
with an edge of light
and she entered the room

I'm leaving
I'll see a lawyer
about a divorce

after the light left
the lonely began
to sing

forty years
and it's not done yet

I've been telling myself lately
that she won't be back -

"shut it off"!

William Haskins
11-03-2015, 06:14 AM
an interesting dynamic range here, steppe. fine work.

Magdalen
11-03-2015, 07:32 AM
Beautiful!! Reading this made me toss my head back&breathe deep of the ocean side and the underlying sense of loneliness weaves in and out, and even the second time reading it felt like I'd witnessed an entire thrilling, romantic story that flew by. Really liked the minimalist section (very sexy) and the ending is perfectly abrupt, like a face slap. Surely one of your best!!

Steppe
11-03-2015, 07:58 AM
Thank you William and Mag for your comments and taking the time to read. When writing about old loves it seems to me that we must be willing to go down into our subconscious and dig in it, like an old garden.

cellajam
11-09-2015, 11:00 PM
Thanks for posting this, I'm glad to have the opportunity to read it. Such an interesting piece, a lot I can learn from it and a pleasure to learn it, I'm enjoying the time I spend with it.

CassandraW
11-25-2015, 12:22 AM
Just catching up on stuff I missed and saw this. You've posted parts of this before, I think (I remember part VII for sure); I really like the way all the pieces pull together. I also dig the title. Thank you for posting.