Aphrodite, Once Removed

Aphrodite, Once Removed

In a market, just outside of Cyprus,
I came upon immortal Kypris;
and as we met along the aisle,
I was enraptured by her smile,
her placid eyes, her gentle face,
her supple, warm and soft embrace.
Her golden skin. Her golden hair.
Her dress, like liquid hanging there.
And as this Aphrodite spoke,
the heart within my chest awoke--
pumped blood burnt with Eros' arrows,
and filled my bones with boiling marrows.
And though her nape begged to be kissed,
-just as her thighs, her lips, her wrists-
the gods compell me to resist-
-Anguish! How can I, mortal, resist?!

"Maybe, when you're older"

My heart has all the discipline
of a child in a grocery store,
fist-gripped tugging at the hem
of his mother's blouse shouting,
"I Want That! I Want That!"
And when I tell it,
those things aren't for children,
it falls to the floor
and refuses to move,
until I have to drag it
out the front door,
and into the parking lot
screaming;
both of us
exhausted, in tears.

DM, 3/20/2009

Cold Shower

So often,
we need what we want,
and don't want what we need;
like waking up to a
cold shower,
that snaps the senses alert,
and reminds us of the
present
moment.

DM, 3/20/09

Oh

Oh.

Oh,
how I long
to see
your sweet-sour
lips
finally, passionately
kissing my
ass.

2001

Untitled (My kisses)

Untitled

My kisses
are the penned words
I write oh so carefully
upon the smooth, white page
of your neck

1999

Untitled (Lately)

Untitled

Lately
I have this
Dream...
where I'm
Choking...
on so many
Butterflies...
until I'm finally
Dead and
Decaying...
with so many
Butterflies...
still flying their
Color...
around my
Head.

2001

Untitled (I'd like to begin a poem)

Untitled

I'd like to begin a poem
without the word "She", and
I'd like to end a dream
without ever seeing "Her".
And where do you get the nerve, lady?
Barging your way into
my Dreams,
my Poetry; uninvited and
tresspassing.
Doesn't your husband know you're
gone, out;
late at night, midnight in my dreams,
and three-am upon your pillow?
Doesn't your husband miss you,
when your name is dull upon his lips,
and I begin another poem
with, "She"?

2009