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"Love is a bird in a fist: To hold it hides it, to look at it lets it go. It will twist loose if you lift so much as a finger.
It will stay if you cover it - stay but unknown and invisible. Eitheryou keep it forever with fist closed, Or let it fling..."

I. tell me with your eyes how you think things will be swarthy pools of swirled emotion brooding i want to stare at you until i go blind tell me... linger and loiter on every unspoken word faces parallel you are all I see. help me escape this bizarre silence                           II. soothsayer you know all the right words flirting with persuasion bordering on confusion conjurer you should sell tickets i'm preoccupied postulating... what will be your next trick                           III. deep whispering sapphire tides ocean swept misty winds take my breath sparkling air descends along the shore as waves jostle the sandy seam once more                         IV. One day Time looked at me with sad eyes cognizant that we could no longer be friends                         V. look at that... i'm blushing like a 12-year-old your hand fumbles for mine as we sit in beautiful awkward silence on the park bench outside a closed store pretending to read the signs that deck the windows temporary illiteracy     i am with you glowing.                         VI. Boycotting these problems cipherous incertitudes of my persona press against the sides of my head     mind gyration. these plights these dilemmas are augmented why do I do this? quandaries of the acute sort tossed aside... sent to Coventry                         VII. I must say your guess-work becomes you. prejudging supreme     with a cherry on top eat it up quick you will get no more dessert here Speculation a la mode ever so lightly garnished     with sin.                         VIII. how do you hide your beautiful pain your face clouded with mysteries I have yet to behold your eyes detain stories that have yet to be told                         IX. Enter the jester... tainted the purity, abolished lucidity Exit good sense, departure of faculty, hateful liquid stupidity.        Enter insanity.                         X. sad moonbeams in our eyes wearing none a futile disguise naked hearts, with love’s burning brand bewildered intensity belies                         XI. Whose brainchild was love? Undefinable oppression so beautiful insatiable want, notwithstanding acquiesce. Subservience O how savoury to the palate. Time's dagger plunges deep, Yet kills not, if true.    Love the white flag of life it alone so lustreless and vile How sweet the surrender.                   XII. Galileo could not annotate the Constellations in our eyes burnished of reverence for what we've discovered in the nebulae of our being. You - my super nova of elation quasar of nirvana messenger of all that is good. A solar touch from you launches my mind into orbit, spinning as a jolly satellite to erase the night's canvas. Amidst your starry skies, the moon polished, as it shines.                       XIII. I throw a look that you don't catch and watch it drift past you, out the door your mind is elsewhere, I can see not on me, as I bitterly tear my napkin. The moon shines for you, you said with a steady glance, that later waivers; Your words true as fiction. I wish the way you held your coffee was the way you looked at me. I can see you now, shoplifting my happy Sunday.                   XIV. Who stole raindrops from the rooftops and put them in my eyes? Where shall I find a remedy A cure for this disguise?                                     XV. I gulped with every salt-water swallow, stinging "one way to float is if you die," the drone in your voice spoke, water whipping my skin reflected the dare. Tears no longer burned but chuckles were like a sunburn slap on my back, and each wave like a stab.       < back to titled works haikus & senryus | home tribute poem | ebb home | main poetry page | email Poetry & page design © Copyright (No reproductions of poetry except by permission only.)