Orange County Blues

Things are better in Orange County.

I met a women and a poet.

One was dead. One was alive.

I will never forget how
They sweetened everything.

The dark currents of consecration
combined to form poetic swells
In the ocean of longing.

Her slow-breathing desire
Gave me back the spirit
I had lost in the weakness of prayer.

But now the weakness of love
has taken that same spirit
And tore it from my broken heart,
Leaving me with no consolation.