I remember now the moonlight on your skin
As though half of me were memory once betrayed
By the distance o'er the light we travel in,
Or the calendar of eons since we strayed
From sedimentary white walls, alabaster thought
Well matched with space in writhe and flux -
No moon was full, my boy, that is no bloody bought;
The womb is blooming, too, with non-existent fucks,
For no damne*d soul was ever more confounded
Than by Nature's hidden mysteries by body whole secreted;
Poems lithe and buxom in this mystery propounded
To the center half remembered twice entreated.
How every God in ruins loves the tide
So crimson, read with infant moonlight once we shone in whom we hide.
Rio's Sonnet
Life in paradise this death to death be wed
That signals more reality upon a rock of ages
Hellish membrane seeing matter in its stead
There's a body yonder boundary of stages
Stars fleeing nothing but to thine self be true
This body reasons nothing holding anguish up to thee
Who has eaten out of life's inconstant hue
And offered freedom up to ought but being free;
For if loving is a science biomorphically conceived,
Then by acting on the brooding waters of the deep
One breath of vision tantalizingly perceived
Can in constant harmony this knowledge keep;
There is a dying in the object of my eyes
Though a rock has fall'n on me and whispered, "Paradise."
Rio's Sonnet
Diseases holotropic burgeon paramount despair
Across embattled body gently warring
Mirror with Medusa marring tantric air
On fire with the night so gently storing
Catacombs of dreaming with the ancient maya
Or Celestial Sphere's incumbent pantomime;
There's a border between Happiness the player
And Joy the dueling stalks of Initimacy's clime.
What is this budding distance from supernal Beauty,
As though the Ana, Black, did not first love the Blue,
Constellation's iris in the Eve primordial, Beauty;
The domain of beasts in love with me and you.
From mounds on high where stars encircled go,
The Event of loves first language balmy fans the steamy glow.