Lady Monday

Everlasting love is Mother

Despite human weakness or no mother at all

We seek her out reflecting her

Monday Lady

An empty vessel carry

Full of trenchant rivers, ripple of potent emptiness

Calling out to others

Fill me with inferior essence

So blind to the true One

Who once housed in your quarter

Once graced your presence

Mother said, "Yes,"

To first birthdays

Meditate on invisible miracles

Tartis womb ferrying beings from another order

Navel vortex is a mountain lake we all share

Cosmic connectedness in our bellies

This ease, intensity decrease

Is it the eye of the storm?

Will your furry and independence explode

Like the space between birthing contractions

The growing green meadows between thoughts

While sitting in the hammock balcony

Monday lady

Pin the evening star and Mars in your ears like a memory

My Idol

Cast away cast iron figure of clay
Concealed hidden under fabrics of a camel's saddle
Cherished like habit
Loved like a child with her dolls, comforting
This Deity
His captivation resolute, I save his destruction for the last one

Impotent to resist
Until hired hands seized and searched every crevice of my caravan
We knew what fetish they were probing for
Let them find Him, I defy their invasion

Clench you inamorata in my hand
Smash you myself with a workman's hammer into pieces the shapes of tears, of nails
Mystified at the relief, release what was hidden
Under your incantations, eternal restless Spring laurel wreathed One

Worship

One day in your company
    came a random earthquake
The walls shook like a deer's heartbeat
The ground rumbled under us, the swelling          of dragon wings
You became fearless in the danger
The rush of adrenaline, hero force of nature

As Vulcan and Venus play their part
I fell into your arms like gravity
Jump willingly into the fiery abyss
Subdue with a bodily offering into the substratum, surrender to the season
For a human sacrifice beyond reason
Immolate my ego and acquiesce

Lift away and disrobe
  all that is fleeting
Underneath we are Godlike
     perennial in the quiet places of mutterings, breath like a prayer in that temple we worship together

Your Name

I like to see your name in print
How it looks on the page
Otherworld mother tongue original language

I like to say your name
The feel of you in my mouth
As common as it seems
Seems original, individual to me

I prefer your face above all others
Hear your voice, your account in your accent
Like rolling water breaking gently smooth on stones
I like to share the same room with you, same shore
Alone, but together in purposeful activity

I like to spend my quiet time reflecting on your hidden gestures
Fascinated heartbroken from unsaid confessions
I nest in your hearth at every opportunity
Make myself at home in your fellowship
Sharing more than taste
All I waste is time

Extend your hand over the imaginary boundary
Meet me in the beginning
Before judgment's ruling, we were united in Paradise
A tree is growing, has been forming
Unseen in the undergrowth, roots planted and intertwined
Our fears and shame obscure the beautiful naivety
Unsuccessfully cover vulnerability, as orchards choked by vine
Embrace my nakedness
Unclothe me
Fig leaves in the shadows have no place between us

I love to say your name, bring it up in conversation
For no other purpose than adoration

We Three Birds Of Prey

We watched the storm coming from the highest island view
Marooned in this raincloud
Translucent silver mercurial cool pellets within a white light
Moving like a lover's breath across the turquoise water
Braced for it vulnerable and unprepared
Far away from the nearest protection, from raincoats hidden under scooters down the trail
Anticipate saturation we huddle soused in its mercy
Besieged for a good 5 minutes
The storm quickly passing
Running its course like a laugh

We three nautical faring birds of prey
Prancing around Vulcan's coral sea spray coast
Arousing saltwater mineral springs during the autumn night drizzle
Brave crowd, barely clothed
Making space in pools for each other
Not strangers anymore for just this moment

All Adorned With Blue

My Japanese drummer all painted blue ink torso tapestries of holy indigo
Skin labyrinth linked mythologies
Eyes as big as tea cups
Intense with wild fermented satchels of tenderness
The autumn showers its devotion on shadowed mountains as hair spills on bare shoulders
And so began October.

Beat your drum seated above the throng
Throned and seated before the temple drum
Unclothed your suit of armor,suit of ardor
The army of ancient oceanic mariners all adorned with blue.

The golden, colossal Buddha looks pre-Pharaonic,ancient as herculean as Babel
Yet its just a recent incarnation of an older Minotaur champion
Silky Tauren golden calf april Fool idolatry
Blasphemy transcended into non-attached sensuality.

Anchor yourself a season, a lifetime, or more
Either way I'm content as the lotus flower loses its petal blossoms
Seed studded semi-aquatic mystery
Finding roots on its own drowned shore.

Lift the veil

I could deal with the mistreatment from my masters
    their alien disregard
The cruel separation from my childhood friends
    and mountain homeland brothers
I could deal with my daughter's father's abandonment
I can carry the burden of debt
   and disappearing paychecks going nowhere

Catching a breath between the tears
        when all the world is silent
At night forlorn and my true solitary self
A storm raining on the cratered Badlands
In between the space of the music
        your voice murmers, " she is..."

I am at a loss
Anticipating you'll lift away the veil and witness what Ive conceived
          waiting these years, lingering
Wasting precious hope on one
        who thinks me so little
Correlated beside your statuesque prominence