A Love Poem 20170128

Summoning guts to write a love poem

Remembering the neural serum to unsheathe heart

Opened metal lunchbox on a desk

Unfolded abutment to a computer monitor

Staring into a folded-pulse bloody

Second line New Orleans trumpet through a window

Reminder to replenish almond milk from the grocer

Distractions from thinking about love

A decade of packing meals

Independence life jacket

Solo ticket row eight seat G to see Louie C.K.

Did not contemplate purchasing two, asking

Ingrained form of travel

Visualizing an over-the-shoulder glance at snow footprints

Paced lines blurring

Cunnilingus tongue acrobatics

Sensation of psychic trauma of insemination

Being a father in a courtroom and protested parking lots

Drinking Pimm’s Cups and Sazeracs to wash

Hoop dreams with poetic dancers and yoginis

The bloodlessness

Egyptian cotton and the way a woman’s buttocks

Slips out the side of the sheet

Welcoming curve of spoons

Flavor of mutual surrender

Orchid petal glitter and crescent lunge Anjaneyasana thighs

Lilac-streaked raven locks and wanting to hold hands in public

Repressed taboo hijacked by dating swipe apps

Anesthetized pap thrum blurring faces

Buddhist sand mandala in a notebook of poems

Devoured by a bitch bulldog tattered pages on carpet

Belly full of words obliterated into fetid numb

That fire of wanting to write snuffed in oxygen-less protocols

Lost employment and lost children, cindered mortgages

Haze over snow sprinkling fairy dust dreams

Knowing it is not that I look at women as unattractive or unapproachable

Female universal human vastness emanating overwhelms

There is a surface place in the fields of white powder

Where men slide about skating time impervious to depths of heart

I cannot be this man, never have, maybe never will

A poet cannot help but feel

To bleed in breath and see the tiny miracles of bloom in a woman’s breath

The curvatures of creation cry out in countless cosmic kisses

A stargazer awed in the profundity of time’s caress

The layered intricacies of witnessing a human being

Of laying body-next-to-body conversing

In a coffee shop or the top of stairs or in the folds

One exposes ovum

To be a lover in the words

Union not limited to licentious straps

Free as butterfly wings gusting cheeks flush with red blood

Lips wet with tingling morn   

I want to bury below the snow

Have conversations with the flight feathers of ravens

Of when you felt safe once, to land, to contemplate twigs and nests

The entomology of caterpillars and nourishment

I want to feel safe enough to let you land

To bed in these white sheets

Open to the warming