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Faith
When I was a kid
I always wondered,
questioned why
they needed lightning rods
on churches ...
These Things Are Love
To know and understand the souls
Of lovers dancing in the night;
To touch a shoulder, brush a hand,
See dark eyes fill up with light;
To hear soft laughter when there’s none;
To share a joke that’s not been told;
To kiss warm lips without regret,
Never feel the winter’s cold;
To open a heart whose hinges creak;
To smile at Death and laugh at Hell;
These things are Love, I understand
— But I don’t understand it well.
Feelings Are New To Me . . .
Feelings are new to me.
You have opened me to something alien.
You have taught me to release a
part of myself I thought was lost
back there
somewhere beyond my youth.
Feelings are new to me; so
when my love gushes forth
so do my fears,
my hesitations.
When I trust you most,
I am the most afraid.
When I am frightened
my anger lurches forward
ready to kill what threatens me.
I have no control.
I have been a reservoir.
I have cracked under the deluge of
your power over me.
Everything I've held within for centuries
bursts forth its fury upon
you.
I must not drown you with myself; and
you must learn in
your rainy-seasons
not to make rivers of me
but to grow my flowers.
Where Mutual Trust Will Land You
We're billed as the second ring!
The crowd's agape, the drum’s a’roll,
I'm on one swing.
(You're on the other.)
We gather up momentum
netless
back and forth, till
one
two
three
release!
I soar above the cheering crowd
turn topsy-turvy in the air ...
(But I perceive a slight mistake
while on the wing ...
You've also let go
of your
swing.)
aquarius
i hold you with the string
of my imagination
you are my god
my angel
ethereal
and forever disappearing
wisps of cloud
dissipating
to form a different cloud
fighter of duels
with weapons of rainbows
Another Spring
There was a time
(another spring) that
made me welcome Cupid’s wound with
blind anticipation,
wide-eyed faith,
sunglassed eyes.
But Cupid’s arrow,
always true before,
can find no mark now in the
darkness of my being.
Only silent screaming wells in me
at a man’s touch
now,
I get no pleasure from warm lips
nor pain from cold
for I am buried in promised roses,
and cheap champagne.
Separate Vessels
(for BF)
No anchor was dropped
nor strong line thrown
to steady us
as we traded our delicate treasures,
bartered our dreams
on a plank that touched ship
to ship.
I wonder who charted our separate courses to
brush that close
(so near, that stanchions quivered)
without damage ....
A seabreeze beckons your sails
to harbour.
The wind moves you on.
But I will be here
when you come round again
for I am so laden with
treasures and dreams
that I am becalmed.
These are all from Mostly of Love & the Perils Thereof: The Sequel. They are copyright. That means you can read them, share them, enjoy them, or hate them, just as long as you attribute them to Sherrill C. Wark -- with the little copyright thingey or the equivalent: (c).
