honey bee and flower

we take turns.

sometimes, i am the honey bee

and you are the flower ...

fragrant, safe, bountiful and welcoming

i light in your center and gather the pollen i need

to make sweet honey

and then i receive your gifts  and  

and carry them off

to propagate joy and beauty

sometimes, you are the honeybee

and i am the flower ...

warmed by the sun, ready to satisfy your whims.

you fly directly into my heart center and land

then you gather me in your arms or touch my shoulder

i whisper whatever it is i’m thinking about in your ear

and you are always surprising and bright

flower and honeybee are so generous to one another.

jnfr

las vegas strip

fantasies are dangerous creatures
sirens who lure their victims
into the writhing sea
of loneliness, dissatisfaction
until the soul rots

fantasies are flawless people
with whom no one can compare
blind, deaf, stupid
they cannot kiss or touch
they cannot love

fantasies are lethal drugs
which atrophy the heart
until it can no longer pump
and the organically beautiful in life
seems mundane, ennuyant

fantasies be gone!
give me life!
i must breath!
i must touch everything!
i must dance!
i want to kiss!
i want to run!
i want to see
with wide-open eyes!

my ecstasy surprises me
in blooming bud
wide blue sky
my bliss
appears in clouds, stars
interesting faces everywhere
fragrance
art
music
solitude
ideas
affection

i am a fountain
joy bubbles inside me
never conditional
or postponed

satisfaction is not
a salve to slather
on my life’s body
inspiration, happiness
peace, satisfaction
do not come in a bottle
a pill, a million lights,
the promise of winning
do not lull me to sleep
my enemy!
no refuge there in oblivion

plum tree

late afternoon sun
filtered through leaves
dusty grey
profound purple
of plums
i start
with the trunk
gently move upward
along branches
leaves
fruit
contours
ridges
texture
all reflected love
unfurl
a beating heart
map to the affections
have you bathed
in light
encircled
by ripe plums?
one trunk
many branches
late afternoon sun
filtered through leaves
dusty grey
profound purple
of plums
i start
with the trunk
gently move upward

radical

let's go sailing
jump off the dock
onto the boat
precarious position
to straddle the two

live like an immortal
interruptions
destruction
unknown
docks of this world
the unsafe places
worldly entanglements
suffocation
straight-jackets
furled sails

leap
leave behind
birth and death
all that is wearisome
all that is transitory
for the open sea
starry nights
Life everywhere

anchor thought
quiet harbors
never found in statistics
biological structures
DNA
dollars
someone else
or the mirror
only safe place
is beyond

matter's bitter illusion
sometimes looks
like club med
until you see
dead fish floating
mangled dolphins
on oily sand
fishermen
without fish

slick photos
mean nothing
the entertainment
of the senses
has vanished
and left us
drowning in mortality
on the dock

leap
leave behind
birth and death
all that is wearisome
all that is transitory
for the open sea
starry nights
Life everywhere

let's go sailing
jump off the dock
onto the boat
precarious position
to straddle the two

Not Sin

skin on skin not sin
slowly my fingers
outline your contours
straight lines
curved
contours of the heart
cool and smooth
warm and wet
hot and everywhere
all at once

Skin to Skin

news flash!
babies are healthier and happier when held
closely to their mothers skin to skin!
don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure that out
but when did the baby in us
turn into women and into men?

barriers are steadily built
we become separate from ourselves
nakedness becomes foreign
being close frightens us
where is our innocence?

news flash!
men and women are healthier and happier when held
closely skin to skin
time taken to hold and be held
conversation sometimes
but always mingled heartbeats

barriers begin to crumble
we become ourselves again
nakedness becomes normal
and clothes foreign
being close feels right
and we find our innocence never left
skin to skin

H-M-N

H-M-N
rehydrate with tenderness
H-U-M-A-N
breathing
crying
laughing
making mistakes
triumphing

sisters.brothers.babies.husbands.lovers.wives.colleagues.friends.customers.list does not end

H-U-M-A-N
treat with respect
woman-man
emerge
breathing
crying
laughing
making mistakes
triumphing

sisters.brothers.babies.husbands.lovers.wives.colleagues.friends.customers.list does not end

kaleidoscope divine

kaleidoscope divine
infinite design
no matter how it shakes out
light and color sublime

colors, light, shapes are quaking
do not fear the shaking
change is art in action
new wonders in the making

jnfr

mon coeur

on peut voir mon cœur
au centre de chaque fleur

my heart
one can see my heart
in the center of every flower

feed me

o’ life!
my heart, soul, mind, loins
entwine and are hungry

my heart, truly yours
smells like freshly turned soil
looks like van gogh’s starry night
feels like silk on bare skin

my soul belongs to you
tastes like cappuccino in the afternoon
moves like water around rocks
sounds like wind in the pines

my mind, your creation
beautiful and bright, reflects light
intensifies and releases
like the ocean tides

my loins, manifesting your strength
when caressed and let loose
nourished by love and exercised
leap into colorful being

i listen to a heartbeat other than my own.
encircle me passionate life!
your undulating tenderness
is never taken lightly

my heart is beating to the rhythm
of music not yet composed
i rejoice and am reborn in your arms
wrap your legs around me

turn me inside out with your sweetness
swallow me, engulf me
i will smell you and taste you
and touch every inch of you
with the core of my being

o’ life!
my heart, soul, mind, loins
entwine and are hungry
feed me

sacred primitive she

sacred primitive she
rising out of fire
she lies naked in winter
cool breeze caressing her breasts
how relieved she is to be unclothed!
arms stretched out wide
the tender touch of light
between her legs

the victory belongs to innocence!
the victory belongs to nakedness!
the shame is in the clothing!

sacred primitive she
moving to the beat
she wraps herself in night
white moon reminds her of Mother
curling up in its crook
lullabies come back to her
that have never been sung
poised on the edge of change
she waits

sacred primitive she
her heart the altar
upon which desires rest
there is nothing to do but trust
wind lifts thought
there is nothing to do but fly!
updrafts catch her
make love to her
holy freedom in larger views
clouds become promises

sacred primitive she
softly here again
she strips in the desert
belongs there
no excess to burden
quietly now moves
as choreographed
her future rises in full glory
from the complete present
sacred primitive she