Love
?
Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away.
Rain.
Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds.
The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant.
Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now.
Pay attention: The rain demands attention right now.
I would like to have a day of sun be treated like a day of rain.
Landscapers and Laborers will see a day of rain and take the day off.
Dreamers and Lovers should see a day of sun and take the day off.
Not much dreaming or right kind of loving can be done on a sun-filled day.
We forget the beach on a rainy day,
But the beach loves a rainy day.
Someone to share a day of rain with.
Someone who is not: ‘not going out today.’
Someone regarding the rain shush the shock
And shake swagger of the sunshine days.
Someday a man has to face the prayer in his heart.
(Sao-
-Dhaj
-Eh’)
Thunder
Never a sunny day
Always never sunshine,
Even on a sunny day
A Sunshine- My dream.
(Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My sunshine.
Even on a sunshine day.
Where is my rain
My sunshine
Rain rainy
day
Today when the world is at bay
I can say what I say in a way
in
this
way
I can
play
all day
and say
what I say
in this way
in the
rain, in the
rain, in this rain
all day
we can
play we can say
Nothing.
My Sunshine,
My Saudade, (Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My Rain
We would do
Do nothing at all
We would do
Do alone together
We would do
Do Sunshine.
Do Rain.
If ever I do find you,
My Sunshine
My Saudade
My Rain.
~ Wynn ~
Forever Moon Skies
What each night sky knows Each sunrise lacks.
I'd stare at the moon
All day.
All night.
Once with Love
Once with the memory
Of Love.
Without thought I'd feast
On moonlight and the memory
Of moonlight.
The Spirit of
The Moon and I
On the hillside in neglect
Of what others want
Of me.
What each night sky knows
Each sunrise lacks.
That Star.
That bully star!
Always
On the way,
(in the way)
Of
A perfect night sky.
Is there a galaxy anywhere
Untouched by starlight
Where poets sit on hillsides
In communion with forever moon skies
Unencumbered by the gravity
Of a ravenous star?
~ Wynn ~
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
That certain sad missing piece.
You’ll never know peace,
Without this missing piece.
Sad day right day to be with
That thing. That: -thing-thing-.
The only beautiful: -thing-thing-.
Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.
I’ve been casting not casting -Love.
Love Itself: That: -Thing-Thing
This welcomed sweet May rain.
This wonderful day to share with
-no one- or -only one-
So much grief in Beauty
That lost quiet sweet
-sad- sweet quiet loss.
Hope we meet for Ancient
Love before we die.
Long sad old soul Love.
Perhaps later, plan our days.
Talk of past dreams, today dreams,
Future dreams: Even that dream.
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.
~ Wynn ~
It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand,
On this necessary neglected bay window.
But will I be absolved to keep the memories of:
When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine,
When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen knuckles,
When our acquitted embrace meant I made it, meant you made it,
Meant we made it?
Will I release reassured the persistent insistent long call of your touch,
Knew everything about this -right now- kind of unkind living,
And all the sins a soul will save to save itself?
~ Wynn ~
"Soneto XVII
o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño."
Pablo Neruda
For Pablo, For You
I don’t love you like salt rose, topaz
Or a detonation of carnations that set fire wild-
Like assured obscured impressions love.
I love you -in secret- between shadow and soul.
I love you like a plant that does not bloom,
But carries hidden within, the light of its flowers,
And thanks to your love, the secret scent
Of the Earth’s kept-safe love, lives in me.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.
I love you direct- without problems or pride:
I don't know any other way to love.
Their way says I am not you, nor you me,
But your hand on my chest is my breath,
Your eyes close to be my dream.
~ Wynn ~
Watching loons at Massabesic Lake while other people fall in love.
Pastel dusk sky.
Orange is only ever beautiful next to lavender.
Traffic. So much at once.
People and problems come in clusters.
Headlights off the water brings
The Night Sky whisper close.
He’s got a message for you:
It’s The Secret of The Moon.
He’ll tell you if you stop.
He told me, of course,
But asked me not to tell.
Next time stop,
Listen as if your life depends on it.
It does.
~ Wynn ~
I’m crazy for a certain Muse.
This real body corporeal.
Sacrosanct, corporeal.
My sense jumped
At the sound of fireworks.
A grand finale
Here you are again.
A gain for one spirit
Dancer heart entrancer.
So much power.
My flower.
Your skin petal soft Cotton
Covered stomach peach fuzz fire.
Under breast and nip
And neck ear lip and lip
And tongue in
Then in more.
Only word in the world:
More.
We never end.
We never leave but believe.
This body is a king's castle.
You are my queen.
My most beloved,
Most powerful peace.
~ Wynn ~
What the heart wants is a slow dance;
The floor is too fast.
A touch too quick is friction in the brush.
The pulse grinds steel against jagged steel
Short shock sparks mis-labeled matchboxes
For a miss-matched lit match.
But the heart wants a slow dance
Friction-less fire.
The hot before the touch.
The heat that brings the communion.
So many ways to say I want you.
Why's lust always fire?
The flower devours the rain.
The wind wants the seed.
The Earth swallows every tree.
How can anyone (anywhere) win anything
Without you right here with me?
The heart wants a slow dance.
Demands one: Now!
Slow slows the strong song of thunderclouds.
Lightning! Flash-spark! Light show!
Wonderful!
But:
Real power rocks
Rolls, growls, grows
Insatiable immediate
Clouds, loud clouds.
Hold. Want.
Hard. Hard.
Until the sky
Can't
Hold. Want.
More. More.
Goes hot
a
Lightning Shot.
The thunder
Shocked, starts
The slow roll
Again.
~ Wynn ~