AEAEA
Recurring Dream Island

July 2003
 
 

1 July 2003
 

A Tear upon the Tongue
 

Lilting blends of subtle measures
lead you nigh a silken tongue.
Sung waves loose hard lust’s half-tethered
memories where magic’s clung
in slow infertile circles only
eons ending almost—here—
invoking deeper waves where swollen
gestures charge a perfect tear
before it forms by means of rising
music through a bloodstream rapt
with storm-anticipation, sighing
mystery where magic’s trapped
in messages whose urgent meanings
hunger, May you grow most strong.
Meet and be one ocean-dreaming
tear upon the tongue of song.
 

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28 July 2003
 

It Drifts by Design
 

A broken blue splinter of cool everlastingly night-dappled shadow whose soft gleaming hue
enwraps long fine-drawn edges high-hinged on the dancing remembrance I am of the song-granted You—
whenever I list to one side and that blade of empyreal beckoning cleaves the design
my mind has lapsed into, I shudder, but take up the challenge implicit between line and line
as it travels down swiftly through deepening channels.  Blue-black the fluid it finds there—its own.
Hand that first lifted the mists that half-mantle this world now, behind the course bone after bone
directs bright-upstream stares the eyes mine are seeking to meet through the shadow whose twilight appeal
has gasped to imagine me lovelily.  Leak me my apport, my own.  Descend further, to steal
the idea away that misguided my glances.  Where in—the world that lies open here—sighs
the deep sense of departing illusion—enchantment in dizzy unmadness that drifts and un-dies.