i look at me and i see me
i smile at me and smiles i see
but when i frown, he frowns at me
and when i see, he too sees me
who is this guy in front of me?
whose cheery smile i clearly see
and every time i turn to see
he’s just as great at me!
come with me and be my love
come with me
and be my love
let everyone then see
how angels from above
came down to give me thee
come then
and feel my heart
it beats only when
we’re one and not apart
like wings of Icarus unmolten
come here
and be with me
let love bring us near
together we shall be
one soul without fear
come sing
and rejoice with me
for all that happiness bring
let everyone then come see
my queen, my reason for being
come love
be not cold
like hale from above
for as we age and grow old
we now be blest by Jove
come now
and we shall see
a truely blessed vow
a union of you and me
a love for all to know
come with me
now my love
let everyone then see
how an angel gave me love
and how love should really be
carracci’s love
by Virgil’s twisted juniper trunk
and the Tower of Bologna
memories of
il Caroccio di Cremona portato
in battaglia
twin apple blossoms
with succulent limbs
Copper Virgins
sought by Satyr’s lust
let me shield you sweet buds from Pan’s eyes
but i will not side with you
you can not move me
i sing Virgil’s tenth
anna
she was an ornate fixture
on his mantelpiece of plunder
like the empty urn of Hylas
unadorned with garlands and wine
unmindful of all the empty spoils beside her
she waits
for the ashes of love
to fill her emptiness
when i
when i
contemplate her eyes
crying collecting
the image of her face
pieces of life
in broken images
filled with tears
and little specks of sunlight
in mirrors
pierce the darkness
and hope springs
from collections of
memories
an apparition
an air of unutterable stillness
a dark cold night
in the horizon of the Dead Sea
your fragile thin skin sleeps
as blood stirs between my arms
incomplete dreams awaken
slyly past forgotten
encounters in lands foreign
as this
a face resembling beauty
not less than other past faces
in other cold nights
in other lands
in other beds
no beauty less than
I dream of
at this glassy moment
in the dimness of a dim night
an apparition of a smile
not yours
awakes me
i like what you are like
i like what you are like
an innocent fresh spring
something not unlike
what storms bring
a fresh rebirth
and soft soft skin
oh jolly and mirth
I dance and I sing
i kiss you into
i kiss you into
a memory slowly
as you disappear
and fade -
forgotten questions
of why and how
i prefer another
face or kiss or hand
separate you from your
smile and embrace
merely to be with another
then softly ask of love
to come again
and kiss again
and weep again
gaily go clean
gaily go clean
she goes
in white stockings
up to her knees
tall and taut
and thin legs
with arms stretched across
like some bird
or white-leg albatross
my girl’s long beak
reaching for some fish
planted a kiss on my cheek
and when i pulled her back to bed
she flew out the window
laughing as she goes
gaily gone clean
i may not
i may not love you so
but if i did
would you clutch my heart
stand in silence
utter great emotions
before the window
by the street where you live
and if i should (love you)
would you turn your face away
and send my heart far
in some lost land
and laugh as you watch me
from your window
walking heartless
in the street where you live
i must not love you so
and turn my back
and burdened shoulders
from your clawed hands
away from your window and street
that i may go haplessly
like the fog at the bay
and accept all unhappiness from you
