Thinking of Ferlinghetti

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Because I find myself

Thinking

Of stars

Of night

Of dark nights

Of the soul

And eternity

And struggle

And the embrace

Of life

Of love

Of movements

Not in our control

And San Francisco

And City Lights

And books

And bookstores

And all bookstores 

Everywhere

And Beat Poets

And all Poets

Everywhere

Of you

Of your poet’s soul

Of your words

Of your great heart

Of oceans

Of time

Of heartbeats

Of drifting Ley lines

Of your love

Of your desire

And Waiting

And Ferlinghetti

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The Plough of Time

Night closed my windows and

The sky became a crystal house

The crystal windows glowed

The moon

shown through them 

through the whole house of crystal

A single star beamed down

its crystal cable

and drew a plough through the earth

unearthing bodies clasped together 

couples embracing

around the earth

They clung together everywhere

emitting small cries

that did not reach the stars

The crystal earth turned 

and the bodies with it

And the sky did not turn

nor the stars with it

The stars remained fixed

each with its crystal cable

beamed to earth

each attached to the immense plough

furrowing our lives

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows

Robin Dalton:

My friend, Em, sent me this today as her prayer for me. I thought the post and the blog was beautiful. Enjoy. Blessings.

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Eternity In a Kiss

i want every breath

To taste of eternity

I want to close my eyes

And let your soft kisses

Resurrect me



Waiting To Be Found

My spirit is restless
Wanting to be found
Waiting to be seen

My battered heart
Beats out a song
But still I know
It can’t be heard

I feel like a mime
Who has forgotten
The importance of
Her hands, her dance

Send me a mystery
One I can unravel
Or one I can’t

Help me believe
In the unbelievable

Turn around
And find me

Ash Wednesday, 2015

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Spies

Shhhh

It’s a secret

Sometimes

My Daddy
My Owner
My Lover
My beautiful boyfriend

Is a spy

Shhhh

Sometimes

He is more
Of a spy
Than at other times

Sometimes

Patience
Trust
Faith
Is my only refuge

I sing
My body
Electric

My voice floats
On the wind

If I’m lucky
It reaches
My Spy
Out in the cold

Sometimes

I am a spy

That Mrs Peel
That isn’t quite
Emma Peel

Me
Out in the cold

I’m cleverer
Than you think

I have more
Faith
Than you
Could imagine

Leaving Soon

I’ll be leaving
Soon

I know this
I have known this
For some time

I have
Discovered
Recently
That I’m not
Always good
At facing things

It surprises me

It shouldn’t
Surprise me

How much
Stripping away
Is involved

I want it
The stripping away

The change
The adventure
The authenticity
The gypsy me
Set free

Still
I am so very
Afraid

I Fall From Grace

I fall from grace
Often

Yet
I’m always
Surprised

By just how
Graceless
I can be

And just
How much
Those stumbles
Hurt

Grazed knees
Bruised chin

And that
Stubborn
Broken heart

Shattered
In pieces
On the ground

I know you’re angry
At my clumsiness

I’m on my
damaged knees
Trying desperately
to pick up
the sharp shards
of my fragile heart

They slice
the skin
on my hands
and fingers

There is blood
Dripping
Everywhere

I know it’s
Much too late

I want to beg

The good girl
Wants to beg

But the red of my
Blood is so pretty

I want to dip my
Fingers in it
Paint pretty pictures

For a minute
or maybe two
I watch
As my
blood flows

And think
This is it

We’ve been
to this place
one time
too many

I am tired
I want to
Lie down
Bleed out
Give up

I am sick of words

And just
When I think
I will never
Have to explain
Another truth

Expose
Another lie

Protect another
Innocent Victim

Your hand
Encircles my throat

Your voice,
With its charm
And dark sorcery
Floats
in and out
of my
Diminished
Consciousness

Who owns you, slave

Who owns this cunt
This ass,
This sweet mouth,
This dripping blood,
This quick,
Sharp mind

And your words
Who owns
your words, baby?

Your hand
squeezes
my throat
Hard, tight

And just
As stars
Begin to
Kiss my eyes
You let go

I gasp
Cough
Sputter

And pray
To the God
That is you

You ask again
softly,
Who?

My voice
Is harsh
Raspy
Not quite
Hesitant

You, Master.
You own everything.

Your hand
Sinks deep
into my hair
Pulling my head
Back hard, fast
Hurting

Exposing
The pale
Tender skin
Of my neck

You place
A light kiss in
That spot
The one
That makes
Me sigh

Just before
You sink
Your teeth
Into my flesh

Drawing yet
More blood

Causing Cunt
To send a flood
Down my thighs

You whisper
Seductively
In my ear

We really do need to keep you gagged, though.

Defiant

Defiant
I am too defiant

I pace
Wring my hands
Worry
How can I
be more meek
I wonder
More submissive
A good girl

I want to be
a good girl
I really do
I know I could be

While I am busy
making a mental list
Of good girl traits

He grabs me
By the throat,
squeezing

Controlling
the life force
that is my
breathing

He speaks
slowly
softly
deeply
Into my ear

I love you
and your defiance,
sweet baby

I’m going to use it
to destroy you

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I Have Been Reading You

I have been reading you
I had forgotten
How languorous
How dangerous
Your dark seductive
Words can be
How tortuous
the wanting
of you can feel

I have been reading you
I had forgotten
how warm
Your touch feels
Against my skin
The slide of soft hands
As they whisper
To my longing
Tease my want

I have been reading you
I had forgotten
The feel
Of your hard
Heavy cock
As it brushes
Against me
While you
Restrain my wrists
Dress me
In rope and leather

I have been reading you
I had forgotten
The sound
Of my screams
As they
Echo against
The walls
Of my room
The walls
Of my heart

I have been reading you
I had forgotten
For only
A moment

That I am yours
And you are mine

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