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After the Regicide

              After the Regicide The cats scream out soprano, tenor love And desperate alto love beneath.  They know A deeper meaning, one of passion, shove And claws we humans have forgotten.  So Intense their hatred which they wrap up in Their wooing that we feel...

Fast

                            Fast I lay my hands against his fur.  Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane.  My fingers warm his back And side.  They warm me, too.  My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green.  This calm...

Love

                               My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  It blew straight through his bones like snow through air, Antarctic night.  He thought that it was warm Or even hot like black...

The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy

The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy   The temple is love’s stone sonata made Of marble and of space.  Its pillars rise In fluting.  They are made of light and shade Or more like melodies which goddess eyes Can hear.  Between the columns shadows fail...

Someone Special

                         Someone Special Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Who has to be a special someone when He knows that he is loved?  Perhaps some sun God loves him.  Maybe he knows more than men...