once more

I am electric with the jut

of your soft white hipbones.

talk to me about sweetness and madness

between your carnival songs of laughter.

 

outside is all black clouds and pain,

raging squalls roar in

like television static,

and the wind bends pine trees

to their breaking points,

 

but, inside of these wine colored silken folds,

we are invincible.

 

we swell and lunge with the restless sea,

become part of nature’s war dance,

live 60 forevers in every breathy moment.

 

if I died right here and right now,

I’d be in heaven 5 minutes too early.

 

you are an eternity of beauty and pleasure.

 

I am an abused orphan refugee

suckling salvation at your generous breast,

hiding in the crags of your impenetrable soul,

watching God’s paintbrush swirl and sweep

a masterpiece of a miracle in front

of my humbled blue eyes.

 

damnation is but a buzzing fly

trapped behind the window shade;

a minor background annoyance

in a world of spotless bliss.

 

look into my grateful face.

I want to see paradise

once more.

Reviews

[MOON]

Soulful.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Nice to read a love poem from you, Bob. You are obviously comfortable here in the genre, and you do it so well.
Lovely, just lovely.