Let It Dance with Thee

One from my old collection.

May the roughed ones shred me low—
         Yet I would not part from thee.

Let the wind shave my bosom and left me naked and violent,
         Yet no fusion of starlight could even match this beauty.

Shall I pledge my love to thee as the sun lights a candled moon?
         "By the ways three romances strands, moved by fourth of one's decay.”

Ho! Surely the birds will sing along mine in theme
         And they shall herd our whines afar~
Back to our grapevines where sarcasm and grace equally hatched.

For every cuckoo had its chirp, for every harpy held a trick.
         For every instance of twin magic the severe fate never made hastily.
And to finally see the fee they had took from mine to thee…

Now If I had dreams of you, O Freedom, O Love, bear it in thee!
         For day by day, I burn in fever—
fevered, bearing pain!

The passion of the Fair could not survive my swaying brace.

But notice when they hung my throttle at my door,
         And cut my Monologue in shrill favor.

Hurry—hurry!
Before the moonlight shakes my stand,
         And scorches my celestial crown deep into my abdomen.

And halved us separately into twelve wisdom,
         By forbidden biddings… I’ll ensure the sky paints it most absurdly.

Let them shout!

         "O! By the shout of might! As in Heavens it made and in Heavens it cried."
For they hold the songs of men, the many ones humans hear not.
         And let it breathe by own mad consumption...

So honey be the dew of bee…
Why would it—
did it—
ever sadden your glee?


Oh, cherish me by

         the littleness

of the sensuous passivity

         you bring with your lips


                   for eternity


But only by His gracious names,
         And these trembling lips—

                   I shall have my Nights.