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a pretty woman on my left, a blue hawaii on my right… the sun is setting and all is well in paradise

narcissus

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