by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | AG
Rumi Traceless Is anything as nameless as the God We wish that we could worship? Voiceless, we Are like an atheistic angel squad Mosaicked up on an infinitely High chanting ceiling, where the only light Is from the hanging candle lamps of void. The...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
Yet Yet lancet arches are what really made . … Me choose this elegant, receding view. Ranged narrowest ones gave their distant, blade- Like contemplation of the glass—and you Arose within my consciousness. What chance I had for consummation of my...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | LO, RO
Gifts The big mistake is letting love leave, your own, Sending it to somebody else. If trapped Or lost inside another, it will groan And not thrive there. It cannot be unwrapped Once it is moaning in that other chest. Do not allow your feelings...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | LO, MA
Donald and His Lady Loves If only Don had loved his women much The same way that he loved his cats (or more), Perhaps he would have cottoned on to touch Them just as sweetly, not just like some whore, Not only using hands and tongue to bring On purring . . . and...
by phillipw | Jan 7, 2020 | FU, OL, SA, SI
Olimpio Fusco ~ Olimpio Fusco by John Singer Sargent An agony of beauty is this head, His hair, his throat. The shadowed neck alone Is hurtful to the heart. This thoroughbred Has hardly grown his Adam’s apple. Shone In their perfection are the...
