A UU Poet Reflects

2011-07-23T16:30:00.000-07:00

Prism

we lie
breast to breast
hip to hip
restless writhing
my arms circled
around your sweat
my legs linked
around your trembling
as you spasm into me
groaning your release

later you tell me
you feel trapped

everything kaleidoscopes

fractures

into

focus

I held you
breast to breast
hip to hip
restless you writhed
against the noose of
my arms sweating you
strained against the
snare of my legs
trembling you spasmed
into me groaning
to be released

groaning to be
released from me

2011-06-01T13:37:00.000-07:00

logos spermatikos

if I cannot
taste you on
my tongue then
will I taste
you in my
words my mouth
so full of you
I cannot swallow
fast enough words
runnel through fingers
splash onto gloaming
paper leave their
stains for me to
taste again with
every reading

2011-05-17T18:05:00.000-07:00

Matins

more asleep than

awake you shift your

body along mine

your arm your leg

your breasts the nest

of your secret self

softly sliding against

my skin sinking slowly

into my soul you

hold me so close the

cat purrs her contentment

over both of us as she

settles herself more

securely into my side

I am nestled between you

the birds sing their first

morning hymns every

day still I am amazed

I am grateful I don’t

try to justify it

2011-05-01T12:25:00.000-07:00

A'Maying

You shift still

sleeping my fingers

run like a swollen

creek over the pebbles

of your spine sluicing

caressing across your

skin my fingertips

chatter in delighted

abandon you sigh I

still catch my breath

tumble like a

waterfall

into you

2011-03-28T15:35:00.000-07:00

a la seconde

the vining of our hearts

has become sinewy strong

resilient each supporting

the other my strength is

yours as yours is mine we

are separate intertwined

braided discrete this is

a bond that will always

be with each twining

stretch we determine

our individual paths with

each rebraiding we choose

to recommit each to the other

I am ever your girl you are

ever my beloved and the sighing

of our hearts will cause a numinous

world to tremble into silent stillness

2011-03-20T14:43:00.000-07:00

perigee

sighing

you leave me as you

always must I am

complete unto myself

but my self longs for

the relentless stroking

of your restless tongue

salty and slippening

against my moistened

crevices yearns for the

fractioning abrading of

our molecules as you crash

into me our bodies trembling

with each invading thrust

and when you withdraw as

you must yet we do not quit

each other for we are bonded

even when we are apart

even when you leave me

sighing

2011-02-25T13:15:00.000-08:00

Penrose

now we are three
(or perhaps, really, four)
somehow congruent
(but perhaps, not really)

stone, water, wood
we eye each other warily
wondering, trying
to make sense of
where we are each
in relation to the other

unresolved
dynamic
we are changed
even as we are
the same as we
ever were

but for the perspective
(or perhaps, not really)

2011-01-16T14:01:00.000-08:00

Vesper Hymn

We are bonded,

arteries connected in a

criss-cross of capillaries.

You throb in my blood;

I pulse in yours, the steady

beat of me against you

(of you within me)

dusking a ruddy sky

with the stretching of

our veins. An evening

breeze slip-slithers across

our tangled limbs, you

trace electric fingers

through my curling hair and

I am flesh

and air

and liquid

turned to stone, arterioles and

venules flared and deepening,

suspended and eternal in those

half-perceived moments

when our hearts seize,

then tremble and rest against

each other, and then at last

decide to beat again,

connected and bonded.

2010-10-14T14:28:00.000-07:00

Chirality
I am pushed
(or pulled
or perhaps
I am still)
along this
sinuous
spiraling
system of self
this Möbius
of emotions
this fractal
of feelings
(or fracture
of self or
perhaps I am
still) it is
a pattern a
pattern a
pattern
I must break
before I am broken
(or open to
self or perhaps
I am still)
I cannot dance
these steps I
cannot sequence
these numbers
(or cannot be
self or perhaps
I am still)
yet am I pushed
(or pulled or
perhaps I am still)
along this
sinuous
spiraling
system of self
this Möbius
of emotions
this fractal
of feelings
(or fracture of self
or perhaps
I am
still)

2010-09-30T14:40:00.000-07:00

my heart is
flawed by you

no longer able
as it once was

to simply meet
expectations

oxygenation
circulation
purification

I was living
but not alive

until my heart

was awed by you

2010-09-24T15:20:00.000-07:00

pas de deux: adagio

you think I
do not see
you searching
for a path
into my heart
your hands rest
against my stony
scars your fingers
clinging, clasping
clawing through
crevices I never
knew were there
(for if I had these, too,
would I have sealed)
you do not see
me watching, wistfully
wondering so
certain you will
quit this path I
hold myself rigid
waiting for you
to abandon me yet
somehow you see
me as I once was
as I would be again
you think I do
not feel you
do not realize
you cannot know
(I cannot let you know)
it is not the wind
caressing your questing
hands it is me
trembling beneath you

2010-09-15T14:21:00.000-07:00

spartan

I would lay
my gauze upon
your scars protect you
from a world too bent
on leaching you into
nothing I would
hold you to me
feel you sighing
shifting under me
no one sees you
as I do no one
feels you as I
do I whisper
restraint
even as you sift
into the very
roots of me
restraint
as the bay winds
come laughing
through us
seeing what
I cannot (or
will not)
I am no
longer gauze
and your scars
have long since
healed now we
are threaded through
into a wefting of
me grown into you
you groaning in me
and there is
no restraint as
the bay winds
come laughing
through us
(there never was).

2010-09-03T09:58:00.000-07:00

liana

I don’t want
to need you
this way
I don’t need
to want you
this way
or so I would
tell myself
startled that
the vining
I allowed
(youtome)
to decorate
my being
has so quickly
twined onto me
writhed into my
connective tissue
(metoyou)
I am more
accessible now
more supported
yet somehow
off-balance
no longer
independent
or perhaps
no longer able
to shield myself
with independence
even as I struggle
into this new way
of being yet do you
tendril further in
further binding
my heart upon
your heart under
the velvet canopy of
silent September stars
softly I sigh
in wonder that I
need you this way
in amazement that I
want you this way.

2010-08-24T05:48:00.000-07:00

496 Steps with a Sapphire Butterfly

My feet know this path
My eyes, these woods
My way so familiar
My presence is hardly needed

I glance at you fleetingly
(because I am busy, thinking)
Only long enough to elide past you
With a half-formed ‘oh yes, that’ (thinking, busy)
Thinking we have only chanced together
(because I am busy, ‘ah, yes, this’)
But you would have us dance together

I am charmed at first
Then somewhat alarmed
You tangle me I fall
Out of rhythm with myself
I am out of step on my own path
Disjointed, fumbling, stumbling into
A new dance I don’t understand
The partnership of the half-formed
‘yes, oh yes, this is what I was made for
Why you are here with me and I with you’
You weave yourself around me, fleetingly,
Never quite with me never quite leaving me
At last I catch your rhythms
I fall into the slow . . . slow . . .
Quick-quick-slow sliding gliding tango
Down a path my feet once knew
My way, now remembered, so familiar
A presence fills the woods and I embrace
Without question the chances of my body
Though I am whole unto myself
Yet do I choose to open
My soul to you my heart
To your heart

Anyone walking toward me
On the path would see
Only a woman, so familiar
A woman hardly needed.
They do not see Psyche
And her sapphire butterfly
Dancing in the August woods.

2010-08-21T06:29:00.000-07:00

Kukulkan

At the mouth of the well of Itza
I sing to Chac and dance alone
On Kukulkan face and arms and
Breasts upthrust as the feathers of
His fingers tease me I close my eyes
Against his groans filling the valley
Spilling beyond the little snakes of
My hair writhing as my jaguar feet
Seek their rhythms I am wet
My nipples pebbled against his breath
Spinning red to white to black to yellow
My skin slicked with his sighs my throat
Raw and open at the mouth of the well of Itza
I would follow him into the cenote
Become limestone for his quarrying hands
And the whispering frogs would
Slake their thirst in our puddles.

2010-08-16T13:29:00.000-07:00

PRISM

I
was
whole
before
you
wore yourself
into me
before you
fractured my
seamless surfaces
before you
stained me
like cathedral glass
beautifully broken
with light
but now you
are gone I am
opaque and shattered
my pieces no longer fit
and I cannot put
myself back as
I
was
whole
before
you

2010-07-20T15:44:00.000-07:00

Blue Triangle

I didn’t look.
Like you I didn’t look;
I turned my head,
Averted my eyes,
Plugged my ears,
Stilled my tongue,
Believing if I waited
Someone else would see
Someone else would hear
Someone else would speak
Because it all happened
To someone else
I never understood
I would be
Someone else someday
Because I didn’t
Look like you.

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2010-02-13T12:46:00.000-08:00

woodpeckers echo
ice shimmers into currents
silent falls the snow

Midwest January

2010-01-21T15:57:00.000-08:00

We are in the unlovely time of year
When there is only the sooty swabbing of skies
And grimy mounds of snow slump
Against the sandy salted streets
And old men murder their old wives
One smothers her in a sagging stained sofa
Another fills her with a twelve-gauge load
Of double-aught buckshot
And no one notices the shadowy trees
Trembling like Our Lady of Guadalupe
Coruscated in a pre-dawn frozen fog

2009-09-13T13:40:00.000-07:00

midnight sequins
shimmer with
each breath
beckoning me
beaconing me
home my flame
quickens yearns
whispers return
for I too am
stardust

In the Tarantula Nebula lies a bright cluster of brilliant, massive stars, Hodge 301. The cluster, in the lower right-hand corner, is blasting material from supernovae into the surrounding nebula. Photo credit: The Hubble Heritage Team (AURA/STScl/NASA)

2009-08-21T16:48:00.000-07:00

Evensong

I will cross
This bridge as
I have so many
Times before knowing
I will be changed
In the crossing
Leaving this place
I love again
My life suspended
Once more this
Time by choice
This time
My choice
Knowing I will
Look back and
See it all displayed
Before me the then
The now the maybe
Someday accepting I
Will retrace my steps
Come back to you
As I am meant to
Do I love these
Scars you offer me
Though I am left
Chapped and raw
Still they remind me
Even after they fade
Into my skin you wait
For me you will always
Wait for me to return
And leave you again.

2009-07-25T13:07:00.000-07:00

snow rises into trees
horse chuffs for dying grasses
between us a fence

2009-07-20T07:21:00.000-07:00

Burled

my heart is
imperfect
infected
unformed
deformed
Holy You are
I merely holey
Living Water
flows through me
only because
I am so broken
how can I be
Your vessel
more hole
than whole yet
Yours
my
heart
is

2009-06-18T16:10:00.000-07:00

snow rests on river
edges seep to nothingness
slowly the grass dies

2008-11-19T13:43:00.000-08:00

sometimes only
when we have fallen
are we free
our final choice
to let go
riding a lonely wind or
clattering like young
girls' roller skates
or plummeting like
cherty leaves after
release we have
no more choices
but wait
to be worn
into nothing
and thereby
become everything
because we chose
to fall

2008-11-13T11:45:00.000-08:00

gold leaf offerings
chattering ducks look elsewhere
wishful river sighs

2008-11-11T07:31:00.000-08:00

how odd it is
that I am
so wounded
yet so strong
so flawed
yet so beautiful
so broken
yet so resilient
so empty
yet so complete

2008-11-09T09:20:00.000-08:00

I have pockets
I never knew existed
longing to be filled
tensile, porous
decorated by gifts
carelessly left behind
unprotected, hopeful
insubstantial as fairies' wings
and just as elusive

2008-11-08T12:52:00.000-08:00

you are a snail
urging me to linger
be in the moment
breathe
and I am annoyed

you are a snake
cautioning me to halt
be in the moment
breathe
and I am frightened

you are a seedpod
only a seedpod
heavy with life
supple with possibilities
deliberate as a snail
ancient as a snake

only a seedpod to be
trampled underfoot
kicked and scuffed and
finally flattened
only when you have been
ground to nothing
can new life begin

only a seedpod
and I am lost
in the moment

and I cannot breathe

2008-11-07T12:17:00.000-08:00

your boundaries
kept me
arranged me
trembling
at every breath
decorating your barbs
captive as you
withered
upright
yet dead
still I am
pierced

2008-11-06T08:44:00.000-08:00

if
I had
not been
wounded
battered
almost senseless
if
I had not
been twisted
almost beyond
enduring
if
I had not been
broken
clinging
how then
could I
bend to
see my scars
shimmering
defiant
how then
could I
not invite you to
linger
watch
wonder
learn
if