Talisman

In my poems distance and Time
Have a meaning-
They made me further removed
Pushed me into the sunless days
Into the crossroads,
Into the markets where I last sensed
A commodity- desire
Basted, waiting for the final
Kiss, in skillets turning slowly
On the dying amber red lips
Of an oven, strangely shaped
Reminiscent of how and when
Things were between us
And now the succulent smells
Waft with the taste of Time
On writhing parted orifices
Where flesh flexed and shrank
In wave motion and charred
Amid frenetic calls of delight
Now whence do I
Find the end of distances, microscopic
Or in macro spans, where
I see the rose-like maiden breasts
Inviting, in gossamer covers
And eyes, that call out, a talisman
Pierced navel, and more
Distant times, sunless eventide
A rippling brook counting time
Or a naked boy
With a talisman around his waist
Running from here to there
Nowhere!

REM with You

Remembering

Everything you gave
So easily, not least the pain
Nor the laughter,
Nothing went in vain
The dream grows every day
The seeds in my mind
Grew into trees, a rainforest
Squeezed somewhere
Lie yesterdays in a dream
That never ended
Sometimes curled up
In a child like sleep, I imagine
The mysteries of waking hours
Of wandering in the labyrinth
In the haze so deep…

THE TRUTH IS

The truth is that
There are many kinds of truth
Between you and me buried, choked
Waiting to erupt into our world
And then cry for the dawns
That died in hunger in the closed gaps
Skin to skin, or within a closed eye
Like a tear drop, or in a black cavalcade
That closed in so much, there was just musk
And tenderness and nothing else
There are truths beyond this
Awakened sometimes like sunbeams
Playing and the golden dust floating
In between on lips paused in Eros
Waiting, in frozen moments, just stare
Hard, the truth plays and teases
We know, at midnight, there is hunger
For the beginning of one more tomorrow
In your womb and the growing child
Of yesterdays, dawn to dusk, making love
And dying spent the truth of knowing
That there would be just us, no more, no less
In bare creases of the sheets
Dreaming in awakened contractions
Awareness, and the dawn, cautioned
Of homes that await us, if we chose
To return after the tryst, the truth
That always needs to be undone
It is for me, you, us and an island
Of many kinds of truths and hues
Of love- choked, buried deep
In the layers, the truth is I am split
Between this home and you
Likewise, a million miles
And a million years away, in our universe!