Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it’s on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you’ll know you’ve missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word “mine”.
Love is a rose
The Morning is Full
The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of good-bye,
the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.
The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.
Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of wars and songs.
Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.
Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer’s wind.
Es La Mañana Llena
Es la mañana lleno de tempestad
en el corazón del verano.
Como pañuelos blancos de adiós las nubes,
el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos.
Innumerable el corazón del viento
latiendo sobre nuestro silencio enamorado.
Zumbando entre los árboles, orquestal y divino,
como una lengua llena de guerras y de cantos.
Viento que lleva rápido robo la hojarasca
y desvia las flechas latientes de los parajos.
Viento que le derriba en ola sin espuma
y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados.
Se rompe y se submerge su volumen de besos
combatido en la puerta del viento del verano.
Tonight, the nightsky’s full and “super” Moon
makes me think about our own perigee -
When were we closest to each other?
Moments ago in startime, but years ago,
before forces pushed us into empty space.
Our use of perigee to mean the point in the orbit of the moon or a satellite at which it is nearest to the Earth, comes from late 16th century French p…
Labor began with bursts of colored pyrotechnics
to accompany the baby’s declaration of independence.
Tonight, with wine in the soft darkness,
I can see the first-quarter moon, bright Vega,
the universe of love in her eyes.
Tonight is Midsummer Night’s Eve, even though for those of us in the Northern hemisphere summer has only just started.
The origin of the naming of this as midsummer comes from Old English and we need to acknowledge that the old Anglo-Saxon calendar had only two seasons, summer and winter.
Dividing the year in half for a “Midsummer’s Day” would have put the day near the middle of summer in June. …
Old letters from lovers, not love letters,
but timelines of relationships like plot diagrams -
conflicts, turning points, resolutions, conclusions, mostly tragedies.
Why do I save them? No sequels.
Dangerous tinder to have around. Best burned.
Two darker shadows in the night lake
watch the still white naked moon sleeping
on a rippling forest just above them.
They are in pain with love, desire -
yearning for something they believe is real.
covers cars, windows and every manmade surface
with no effect but annoyance and tears.
Yellow green hard-coated to protect male gametes
on wind-loving journeys from stamen to pistil.
Bees and insects giddy with its abundance.
In reading about pollen, I discovered that some plants are known as anemophilous, which literally translates as “wind-loving” while other plants are entomophilousor…
Isis breastfeeding Horus. Mary and baby Jesus.
Mothering Day off from work and fasting.
A mothers day after a Civil War.
The second Sunday of May for all,
but today I celebrate only two, gone.
What a useless word."
Ernest Hemingway from The Garden of Eden
“Fra Lippo Lippi”
You can’t have more or less infinity.
Perhaps, love exists in that way too.
You can’t compare two things to see
if one has a bit more infinity.
It is without limit. It just is.
Our date, a week after Valentine’s Day. A Broadway show we saw 37 years ago follows a French lunch and precedes…
— Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again…