Pyre's Draw

Oh pyre, combust me now

With your all-engulfing flame

Oh pyre, release me here,

Into the highest sky, fly

Higher. 

Spreading wild

The beheld eye

Of desire’s sun

My finest hour came when you doused my flesh,

         With your incendiary charm

My finest moment came when you lit the match,

         With no intention to do me harm 

The Kisses

Standing on a sanded section of time
I noticed a miracle
There, in the distance,
was a swirling dance of air
Particles blustering in syncopated rhyme
Twisting, turning
and then she appeared to me
Angelic with her sand-painted skin

Stuttering inside I watched her approach
I looked to each side but I was
alone

She spoke a tongue I knew a bit
enough to converse, but still read lips
closely,

I think she knew, as the American in me
probably was screaming loud.  And I think she slowed down,
just enough, perhaps altering the normalcy of her sound

My wares were there to browse
Mainly goods for wear

and then
to the orange plaid patterned shawl
she looked at me

eyes flittered about
careful blinks between the grit in air

dangling gently from her arm
so pure, so perfect

The tag twisted in the indecisive wind

and she said, diaz besos

I thought, a barterer, haven't seen one of them in quite some time,

normally, normally I would have shook my head, nunca, nunca, perhaps I would have said

but 10 kisses from a beauty as such, was too hard to pass upon, was too much to say nunca too

And so I nodded in approval

and as she leaned in,
I closed my eyes, hands wide open
to hold her near

It was then, the 10 coins appeared.

Anyhow, long story to make a simple point.

Over at Pat's, he had a contest post, too which, in reply I made one of my usual corny jokes.  But that reply got me thinking about language, and how easily the mind can twist words that sound similar to how one wants to hear them.  In this piece, the native speaker altered her normal pronunciation, assuming the foreigner needed assistance in understanding her, but this, combined with the foreigners infatuation, misheard her all the more.  Anyhow, just thought I'd play around with this idea of miscommunication and how attitudes, emotions and/or stereotypes can alter perception.

Ragged Dependency

Is it often the calf?

We bind hip, tied to-

Stretched strand, taut snap

Elasticity.

From the kneeling knife

Amidst motion’s pendulum

Is it the vagueness of recoil?

Leaving fingerprints, partial or full-

That traces swirl to reel,

A corkscrewed collaboration-

From reverence to

Severed crux.

From the frozen pin climbing

The breast of a monolithic shill

Is it partition?

Standing in two-

Blockading here to there-

Unaware.

A shallow craftsmanship

Barely conceals separation and scream

Rue and Desire

Two sides, to a man

Cufflinks to ragged dependency

Each, therein a construct of 

Wanting

Posting a bunch of my "b-sides" today, here's another.  

To need

To want

To hope

To yearn

To wan

To long

To seek

To hunt

To peck

To love

To be desired

To be sought

To be craved

To be wanted

To be preyed upon

To be needed

To be the answer

To be loved

If not when.