Poetry One

Face I've never Met
Your lips and teeth and tongue give sensual birth to words
and you see not my quiet smiles
that reflect the vibrant brilliant blue and rosy sound
the richly warm mosaic of your mind

How foolish to think that seeing is only with the eyes
or that I could presume to verbalize
the perception that is you

Through touch of mind through sound and meaning
of chosen words and golden wind driven thoughts
an empathetic hunger in viscera and groin
driven...deeply moved
by the richness that is you

Liquid reach of mind to mind in a current of impulses
toward a fusion of spirit deep and knowing
an immersion in the present...a pulling of the past
a self forgetfulness...a turning totally
wholeheartedly...nakedly

Lost in the now...the past is surrendered
in the moment of absorption...eagerness...caring

Masks and props are stripped away...the audience disappears
and we cease being actors to win applause and begin ... to be

Mystery and integration within
evaluating and editing
selecting and rejecting
judging and weighing
splitting and analyzing
a grasp of the meaning a feeling of unity
trust...sleeping...floating...sexual surrender
at the edge of night...at the edge of dawn

Hope wells within that there may be
another joyous day
when the fruit of life lies yet ahead
and the thought of death is far away

As an ancient mystery ever there...yet never known
memories leap to pleasure me
not of things as they have been
but as they come to be

A canopy of clouds above reveal a stage within my mind
whereon are enacted subtle thoughts of love
and life of dreams and time
Why these thoughts I want to know
lie so deep they wont let go
In a face I've never met