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Temporal Arts Collective: Paradise Lip. 7/27/2012. Ypsilanti, MI

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07/29/2012 · 12:15 pm

Three Sonnets

I

The earth shook when you came
—it did!—and time was like
nothing. And I trembled, as if
lost like smoke, then felt your

crazy cool water and I was
nothing. We said always, said rock.
I said: Let me be your
rock. I want the vast star

in your twilight heart with its
honey light and delights flaring through
your mouth. I’m hungry for the

world in your laugh. I want
to eat the darkness hidden behind
your eyes and I’m starving, darling

July 24, 2012. 6:18 p.m. EST. Milford, MI

II

The bees in
me begin to
sing as if
your love were

honey. I say,
“Honey, I am
stuck on you..
and I love

it, as stones
love sand—secretly—
through the richness

of June and
all the cold
time of winter

July 24, 2012. 6:48 p.m. EST. Milford, MI

 

III

What bird brought you so quickly to where
I live? I lived with so much slowness.
I filled goblets with all the cold scents
of winter and so much dark nothing each

night to these lips till you came with
gifts of the sun in your glance. Now
waves color your kisses with the blue light
of dawn. Perhaps you are a handful of

sun. I don’t know. I know I want
you as summer wants yellow, roses want red,
as a harvest hungers for a little rain.

Perhaps I’m too simple and too silly.
I don’t know, all I know is that
it’s simple to love you, silly not to

July 24, 2012. 8:06 p.m. EST. Milford, MI

 

(continuation of my experiment with vowels from Neruda’s 100 Love Sonnets)

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Sonnet XLIII

Night does not shatter the day
with shadows in this place when you are near,
the moon dresses you in its roots
and I am born in your hands
where life’s no longer restless, but a soft waltz
at every instant in soft beds,
I am tangled in the topaz
river of your glance. Let’s color the world

until the world blooms with our dreams.
Let our kisses bring the light of summer
falling to cover us with a new love

that rises once spring passes with the taste
of happy fruit and I am here, empty
and hungry, singing each syllable of your kiss

 

(continued experiment with Neruda’s 100 Love Sonnets)

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Sonnet XLII

There is only so much light bursting
through a whisper to rise to singing:
I am thirsty for the planet
that passes for your lips,

for the fruit falling from your hair.
Bring me those swelling grapes, all day:
we’ll begin to make a world
that will last longer as this world

is of no use to us like
clothing and time. Dear, I have
a heart full of flowers and

I’m throwing its petals near your steps.
Quick! place them in your body
and they will bloom through your mouth

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Two Sonnets

(constructed from a list of words that contain one or two vowels from Neruda’s 100 Love Sonnets

I

You are like the crazy shadows of dawn,
so tender, so silent, so sweet like a whisper.
Love (I am filled of sun)

come, I’m thirsty for goblets of your cool water
kisses bursting with the fabrics and scents of noon:
all day I want to eat handfuls of waves

of honey falling from your hips.
Here is this heart I’ve made for you
burning with the odor of twilight. I don’t love you
with the speed of a puma, I love you

as rain falling on a road,
like apples love hands and lips.
I don’t know any other way except
in this simple form. Perhaps, there is no other way

 

II

You have the clarity of flowers in your eyes.
The wind and moon sing the hidden gifts
of your glance. The sun suddenly
trembled as a butterfly

as it came to envy a single finger of yours,
and how much more light it holds.
Each finger spoons away sorrow.
I don’t know how it happens.

It just happens. For it must have,
as I have the need to sing all day
for your summery skin.

I want to travel
the world of your kisses,
woven of wine, and blue sea salt and dreams

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