POETRY

WITH HER CLOTHES With her clothes swaying and iridescent, even when walking one would say that dance, like those long snakes that jugglers sacred shake rhythmically on top of their sticks. As off the sand and the blue of the desert, both insensitive to the human pain, such as long plots wave marina, she moves with all indifference. Her sharp …

SHELLS Each encrusted shell, which is in that cave where we loved, has its own peculiarities. One, our soul has the purple that has sucked the blood, our hearts, and when I burn you in the fire blaze. Another, imitate you in your languor, and in your pallor of when, tired; are you mad at me because I mocking eyes. …

THE ORANGE An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and in my bed, sweet present of the present, freshness of the night, heat of my life. (Jacques Prévert) http://www.amazon.com/Paroles-French-Edition-Jacques-Prevert/dp/2070367622

FIRES BURN Fires burn in my heart. Do not smoke rises. Nobody knows. (Marichiko)

ROCKING HORSE Back and forth without going anywhere raising a child this is like rocking horse time that you gave to me. (Tawari Machi)

DRIPPING THE SEEDS At Sky Harbor harbor water the port of the wind the port of dreams dripping the seeds. (Yasuta Kemari)

SLEEP FOR A LITTLE Sleep for a little, a very little while and fear nothing, man to whom I have given my love. Sleep here, deeply, deeply, I will watch over your rest. My heart would break with grief, If I should ever lose sight of you. To part us would be to exile, the body from the soul. So …

WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD When you’re old, wavering between fire and waking take this book, read it unhurriedly and dreams of the sweetness of your eyes for a time, and their shadows. How many loved your sweet grace of that time, and the beauty of a true or false love. But one only loved your soul pilgrim, and the …

WHAT WOULD NOT THIS WORLD What would I do without ever this world, faceless or questions, where to be but for a moment in which each instant, spills into the void of oblivion have been without this wave where finally will collapse together body and shadow. What would I do without this ever silent abyss of whispers, panting furiously rescue …

HOW YOU SHOULD KISSING   When I kiss you, not just your mouth, not just your belly button, it’s not just that I kiss your lap. I also kiss your questions, and your desires, I kiss your thinking, your doubts, and your courage, your love for me, and your freedom from me, your foot that has come here, and that’s …