We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but

Fangs of addiction, marked by pangs and affliction

When reality seems so strange, it takes fans

It’s hard to admit a sickness,
When you don’t know if you believe
In the cure.
You see so many

My pen
Is filled
With the ink
Of my sins
My paper
Is the priest
Ordained
To redeem me
And

A single point
in a spiraling line -
mathematics of soul?
Language loses balance -
logic

A shadow lashes temple bells to my arms -
laces ceremonial slippers to my feet
like a new-born

A tabula rasa you were born
A slate all pure and clean
Until the world gets hold of you
And

Feeling blue as I am on earth and water
Longing to join one world
Where duality is scoffed at
And

DIVINE COMEDY
 
i
 
in our individual hells
we spoke to each other.
you told me of your

PARDES RIMONIM

in my dreams
we are walking in the garden
rows of trees cool of

SANCTITY

In the hallowed hour after passion
I trace the lines of your skin.

I am not used to

MYSTERIES

words cannot convey
the sensation of your body
only touch
a

I get the feeling being driven and liking the high is not a good thing.
I get the feeling choosing

HOLY OF HOLIES

i

Sun rising noise and shouts
Streets filled with dust and cattle
And

FLAME

The red of the candlelight
catches your skin, serenading
the beauty you are.

You

SANCTUARY

Stop a while here;
Silence and cold stone,
Air damp with moisture,
Ground worn

MIRIAM

I was with you
At the borders of the sea
Where deliverance came
Saw you dance with

ALABASTER



She is singing just behind him where he sits

Touching him hands lightly brushing

I must resist the urge to run,
To brace, to cringe, to shout and hurl abuse, to still the quiet

MEMORY

Suddenly the garden
Was alive with dance. Under
The trees the air was moving,
Forming

What do you call the spinning cycle of life;
when one has no faith?

A hoax; a dream
that we

HYMNAL

Still
Room
Alone and empty
Lovers lying together

She
Whispers to him quietly
In

Living in a world that I created,
As a prisoner of my own mind
And I never want to escape it.
I’m

JAIN TEMPLE

a single chime
singing through the air
breathless

purifying my

ELEUSIS

i

She sits alone
In the silence,
Wrapped in a shawl
Of the deepest night,
Sunk in

MINNESINGER

Why do I pluck these words out of air
Except to open your heart?

What is this

MARIA



Turned to me in her eyes

Such wisdom clothed in blue

As the deepest sea wrapped

In

CATHAR

The sun rose cold over the morning
As we crossed the ford here, by the mountains,

VOID

God weeps
to see you make love

the golden architecture
of your body
rises above

BEGUINE

Carry the basket to the house
Where we gather,
Food and water, sit by the river,
Watch

SHE RETURNS

After so many years
She is returning

We have held the gates
So

PYGMALION

I am woken by the sound of crying.
Here in the frozen garret
With wallpaper peeled

BRIDAL CHAMBER

Turn your head to the side,
cradle your soul, and give yourself
to

HE TO HER

somewhere inside you
a secret lies
i long to unfurl

in your arms
your legs
a

EREMITE

alone i hear the voice of god
soul takes form and the form
is the form of the word

CHALICE GARDEN

I brought you here, your guide,
To this place that had played such a role
In my

I skulk away from the sky,
hide under a rock shelter,
look out over the stagnant pools,
wait for

The enemy lurks unseen, as the

Alone I write heart into verse
and expose the vulnerable parts
of me, creations beauty is honed