The Veil
"A poem is a naked person . . . some people say that I am a poet." - Bob Dylan
Monday, September 1, 2008
A Thin Layer
satin sheets
crumpled,
moonlight
shining down
reflects
on a smooth surface,
like marble
veins
pulsing
hearts beat in
unison-
an echo
forming
to lead blind
hands
that would
steal treasures
tucked beneath
vanity
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Snowfall and a Marlboro
white innocence
dances whimsically as if
to dazzle-
so beautiful when
contrasted against dull
street lamps;
drifting down through the smog
like falling leaves
floating
gently in a summer breeze,
but as leaves
succumb to rot,
the momentary grace
will end-
snuffed out
regret
like the cherry
at the end of my cigarette
Love As Reflection
the earth was all before me
as she lounged in my Roman bath
burning hot with a fiery need,
clothing heaped and discarded
at our feet,
like Colosseum spectators witnessing vigorous
and tender contradictions,
juxtaposed by moonlight fleeting
through the cold glass a sneaking
thief
captures the caress which leads
to paradise
her Venus to my Hephaestus
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