Candle whispers

Candle whispers and moony musings are not for me;
Sandy slumbers—more apt for crustacean lovers;
Roses, hearts, boxes of brown—ephemeral trifles!
In vain! In vain! Symbols fade, dissolve, deplete…

I desire not a love hallowed in sunsets
Nor one encircled in ecstatic delight
No hypnotic love thwarted in mushy verse
No slurping straws unite my love
Across crude coffee mugs
No longing looks conceal my passion,
My lust is free, free to express,
Temptation! Exist, thrive, be!
No sin in this domain.
I love not in Paradise
For Alas! Paradise was doomed!
Excesses only diminish, moderates flow, endure, intensify.

I desire a love roughened in the everyday
Slushed, smoked, dried, drenched, ripped, rigged,
Screeched, screamed, ground, tempered…moulded…
The chambers of my love—the cityscape!
The smoke of buses—the scent of my love!
The dust of trodden, driven streets—stars that venerate my love!
The smoggy nights that blur moonlight—my erotic heaven!

Clutching hands beneath rusty rexin seats
Fenced by reproachable glances—
Reveling in the faith of togetherness.
Intimate exchanges professed proudly
Drowned in the drone of hotel confessions.

Our ballroom—the highway, hand in hand
We trudge, dodge, exclaim , yelp, celebrate the drama of love!
Our feast—a modest meal in a commoners’ inn,
Our heads meet with every gulp.
Our bond—the blood that trickles from a metal cut
Mingles with the flow of summer’s bless…sweat,
Perspiration, grips strengthen—our act of love.
Glory in the act, the mood, the touch…the moment!

No wings to escape the drudge of the day
No wings wanted!
A love as real as my bodily cares
Validates me, shows me that my love is true, my love is real,
My love IS.

My love is no bridge over life’s troubled waters,
But the ebbs of the waters themselves
Reveling, rejoicing in the wet feel of mortality.