Studies of You

(I)

I wait
anticipating your presence at the door,
I wait,
watch your shadow strengthen along the floor,
I wait,
Naked except for the completeness of your scent,
I wait,
heart seized,
already grieving for your leaving.


(II)

While I sleep
You slip into my heart,
And I wake with just you,
My high harvests gathered, binned:
I?
Sated within you

(III)

Nothing remains of my selves
My faces are dissolved,
My shadows sundered:
All I was is now You

Your green stretches, turns to blue
(I)
I look at you,
The face of the one I love.
I see you smile,
The smile of one without reflection,
All within the blue your green,
Their numbers perfecting your One.


(II)
I look upon you,
The form of the One I love.
I see you smile:
Your green stretches, turns to blue;
Uncut, as the first, is, true.
Haq! You are the One, the sum.


(III)
Dare I love you, send my words flattering
Emissaries from my tongue tied heart?

Enraptured I by the I within you
I dare:
Shines within you the I above I,
Lives within you that I I love,
And my eyes dare to unpeel the self,
That which my lips would keep puttied,
Fleshed in the flesh bound to the flesh,
And drenched with you, my love
I enter,
My egg, my soul bound to your sum.


I move desiring You

Born of water into water
My tracks are traced with that water

Born of the mountain, the red rock
In whose shade rests my heavy jug.

I’ve travelled far to quench my thirst,
My clay parched by roads dead and cursed,

Crossed countries sanded, rivers killed,
Driven by the heart, moved by my thirst

For you: All I am is built on love
For you: My hunger a sign of love

For you: I move desiring you.
I will not wait until that moment

When dying I’ll say I’ve never drunk
your blood, Eaten of your wet flesh: (, that wine and bread divine.)

I move desiring you, your truth.

hipstofingertips

hipstofingertips
Originally uploaded by selkie.

Selkie continues to metamorphosise.....

Raindrops on a pane

You wait, fall precipitous

Stop:

coalesce breaking I’s.

A tribute to Wide_Open's genius

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Originally uploaded by Wide_open.

Showing my appreciation for the curve shore of her.

Enflamed

enflamed
Originally uploaded by selkie.

I am stunned by the beauty of Selkie's work. This lady has that elusive quality of the highest genius.

Say my name:

I am the window, the face of the eye
staring at the birds whirling past
into the clouds spreading rain, hiding
the stars, the hands that burning keep me,
falling away from the stone and the trace.

Say my name:
I am the air that breathes cold music
into the met breast of the nightingale;
Listen to the song of the candle;
Lose yourself in the rose, that dark
Creched intelligence of the universe,

And say my name,
Tell me who I am:
You, who, have known me before I was ever spun.

Speaking of Chessboards

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The pieces have lost their significance:
The hand must move over them, beyond
The board into the face not a face,
Into the realm of fluxing land unrooted
By the death mask of logic’s light.

The melodies of flesh no longer lie
In the moving of the passing music:
Our shadows burn too vivid, too false
To show how pure is our impurity.
Burn this idle hunger, pierce the ribs

Of history’s barn, look, stretch beyond,
Behind the masque. This game will never end,
Begun, will never move past that is,
White and Black, both boned as pregnant
As the un-carved hands of the all-known.

Copyright ã 1986-2005 Pilgermann BM

The Face of a Woman

Fractures

(in memory of my grandmother)

The tectonic shifts that shaped my life

Were shaped by her, by her alone.

I rose not from her, but through her son,

And yet I call her mine, mother

To the heart that still weeps, calls out

In sleep to the ghost I remember,

Etched stark by the runway lights,

Beneath the still wings of my flight,

Still, hands raised to stay my departure,

Still the fracture opening, my cry

Drowning under the dark deep grind

Of the engines firing farewell.

Her ghost now comes to me often

To heal life’s fractures and soften,

And her shape is the molten rock,

Shaped and shocked into the stratum,

Which keeps, sustains love’s momentum.