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Carolina

Carolina -
i fear i never truly knew you

radiant in an amber glow
under warming rays of light
i absorb lessons
of your luminance

reminded of how a striking fondness
for each once bound us before
we recognized the sweet nature
of our bondage

the rope loosened over time
and you flew away in the night
so that my daylight recollections
could remain unsullied

yet the rope was recoiled and retained
for this day when i could no longer enjoy
my spiritual freedom without
the physical taste of you on my lips

will you bind me to your heart
and soul once more?
will you wrap me in the nurturing
liberty of your love?

dear sweet Carolina -
can you feel my words?

can you decipher
my feelings
etched in calligraphy
on the air?

molecules that know no boundaries
as they float freely across time,
across space, across the canvas
of re-ignited memories

do you now see
from the words on the page
just how much
you have affected me?

is the knowing sweeter than
the knowledge once denied that
lived freely in the rollicking frolic
of my subconscious?

can you not see
how your simple affectations
effect my affective
domain?

Carolina -
your beaches are like the sustenance

of an unknown predecessor
who once occupied
different flesh but knew
all my thoughts and dreams

the salty waters that wash up
bearing seaweed entangled
with memories hold my discomfiture
in a gentle particular embrace

i am reminded of how you were formed
eroding resistance and through
the breakdown of shells to take a new form
as a breathtaking beauty to behold

oh, how you
have shocked my soul
out of its garbled
complacency!

dear Carolina -
how could i have missed you so

while missing the truth
this admission entails?
just the bare briefest
glimpses of you

can ignite such passions
as can barely be contained by words
mere trifles in the presence
of your vistas in my mind

and should my life change
such that i may make a home
in your sands beneath the shade
and succulence of your palms

with your warm breath carrying
the fresh odours of your dawn
there and then i will declare
an end to my wanderings

and reside forever
in your beauty and love

It's So Real

make the fingers dance
like a virtuoso sashays
across the glossed pine

bounce like balls of pointed feet
slippered snugly rising and falling
to the shimmy and shake
of tympanic strikes on taut skins

roll out rhythm like gentle
dunes to the horizon
float like the airy vocals
of soulful harmony
heart squeezes out emotion
onto the canvas of tickled pleasure

purity of voice scribbles joy on my cerebrum
twitching muscular and shuddering breath
rolling eyes up into the recesses of memory
shut lids open up internal screens
play out the pull of recollection

my being vibrates to the progression
of chord strikes that play now
and in the depth of that place
that has been awakened

i place my hands on my face
and fall deeper into the pool
safely inhale the warm blanket of
liquefied delectable life-giving sound

lay back and let it wash over me
as it carries me on the ripple
further into the bay of repose

Ball

he receives like a ballerina touches wood
soft as cotton on the palms, he whirls
like a cyclone to face the enemy
and glares with a gaze sharp as a pencil tip
thrusts forward and pierces defenses
leaves them to scatter in his wake
like maple droppings under a rake
sweeping them aside and swooping down
on the cage, a bird with wingspan extended
elevating without help from electricity
but causing shockwaves to the bystander
too breathless to pass wind between lips
going up to feed at glory
and put dissenters at their guard
the destructive thunder of metal
interrupting rigid fingertips
the brush of leather through rope
the mangled exhale of the conqueror
and the dull thud of the hardwood
meeting a ball.

your hair falls along the sides of your visage
like the flowing decrescendo of the saxophone
your voice sweet like a singing violin
expressing joy, sadness, contempt and love

my heart beats like up-tempo bongos
and my emotions crash and snare my awareness
i express my love in ways
that resonate deep like the trombone or tuba
reaching the depth of my soul

our bond powerful as a troika of trumpets
transmitting our testimony to the treetops
our destiny clear as the call of the
clarinets, caressing my consciousness

flirtatious as the song of the flute
lilting in the sunlight of amour
be it bassoon, bass or the sensual oboe
the sounds of silence shall never penetrate

surely the French must understand this concept
their horn ready and able to contribute
to this harmonious production
come and help me to compose
this melodic and artistic sequence

from viola to xylophone
piccolo to piano to a single white wand
only conducting a concerto with you
causes my heart to grow fond.

Nature

who helps the sun set
when tired legs lose their radiance?

who aids the moon
when guiding light fades?

who rattles the barren branches
when wind needs to catch its breath?

who shakes slumbering earth
when it lacks the desire to wake?

mother

she sings and we sigh
and all is well.

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