the eyes
the smile
Ah! the gaze
the lips twitching do amaze

the dimple cheeks one can’t ignore,
the wink and slant look all do adore
the cleavage is where, hangs an eye
no one can say why…

oh! a lass always looks into
the other’s eye
and
as she holds it for a second more
the voyeur knows
he is in for much more ..

VOL DE NUIT [ title from from novel by St. Exupéry]

Je me sens les yeux
se fermer
lourds comme le plomb
crevés
creux
comme ceux d’un mort
qui sourient
ces yeux à moi.
e
Je me sens l’esprit
s’endormir
léger
timide
rendu
comme un oiseau
perdu
dans son vol de nuit
cet esprit à moi.

NIGHT FLIGHT
I feel my eyes begin
to close
heavy led
sunken
empty
like the smile of the dead
these tired eyes of mine

Feel the coldness enveloping you
Listen to the still melody that hangs around the corner of your room
Close your eyes and feel its cold embrace
Forget all the hurts and memories
Drown yourself - bury your heart deep within
Drink your panacea
And fall into deep oblivion
Erase the meaning of life
Just let your heart fall into deep slumber
Must never be awaken
Leave no trace
Let no one find your castle where you sleep
Never fulfill this tale
Never put an end..
Just leave your story unfinished

Was my sore throat you?
head to toe ? Or gym bacteria
Either way twas worth it

The webs of love are intricately spun:
passionate bodies and sudden bucks of lust,
mouths savored, goblets for gods' good drink,
rich from ancient harvests
of desire
and such helpless tenderness,
when all of that is done-

an unexpected sweetness
a tumble of words without a voice
and then-

bird song

Worries from past
sabotaging present
old memories
haunting tapestries
woven into now
wish they'd take a bow
and exit stage door
don't want them anymore

I think i shall also abandon poetry
and
write plain and simple prose
so many poems
on mothers did I compose
many were better than prose
as sentiments for mothers... we... can only convey
once in a life's unique way

as nothing on earth can replace a mother
why...
because only she does lifelong bother
to be with us all our lives

mothers love comes before wives
even after she has left

Oh my gosh
what a surprise

Evening
the day after,
mascara on the sheets
tissues on the floor
a Tumbler on its side

Aching limbs
tortured eyes
a mouth that
cannot smile

It wasn't real
Just a horrible dream
and these tears ?
I think
I have something
In my eye

the fine dream
like fire mists
a sun behind
the crystal kiss

I drift to three decades ago
standing beside wife's birthing bed
when time and space appeared to slow
as wide eyes blinked from new son's head.

A wee bundle of what might be
held in this carpenter's tanned arm.
His trust directed straight at me.
Trust that I'd keep him from harm.

For thirty years I've done my best.
Raising a child is never done.
A new father now begins His quest,
this young man who is still my son.