Questions of life
begin and end with answers
always structural foundations
lifeblood carpet
not always rolled out for royalty
rugs too often tattered
battered eyebrows
torn out eyelashes
where the salt of effort stings
instead of calming with tears
here we stand
on pedestals of fear
almost desperately clutching
to our champagne flashes
hoping to celebrate shared beliefs
yet too delicate to toast on today's streets
filled with evil eyes
jumping to conclusions
even about generational-gap fashions
so we are left staring at shallow insides
pasted from too many magazines
of what should or shouldn't be appealing,
so can thin be in yet still have meat
blood red meat eaten raw
of course organically certified
or could we be more exotic
sip
then swallow whole
eyeball soup
leftovers from aboriginals
those with the real tattoos
I want your eye
I want my eye
right here now
as real as humanly possible
I want blood
more than just taking off your cloths
or adam and eve dreams before figs leaves
take off your flesh
sacrifice the heart
like the Aztecs
your pulsating heart
in front of my face
so close
heat gives me the beat
so close I smell love
whether directed at me
your mother
father, children, or lover
so close you moisten my tongue
you reveal true feelings
not the telephone directory
or closet
I am calling for your essence
here and now
the ocean of your orgasm
your real dreams
those pure mountain streams
every momentary snowflakes
able to melt your heart
because heaven smiles
gifting an ambrosial mist
between our lips
this kiss is actual food
we can choose to be real
as honest as the sunburn
still able to give us paradise,
held hands
and climatic sunsets on the beach
or let's walk along soul street
instead of being ghosts
or hiding behind sensitive facades
while we try to stand by van gogh
each with our sunflowers,
instead of cutting off our ear
because we can't take what we hear
let's just clear the window
for inside light to shine through,
not in some age like aquarius
but my age
your age
every sheet of the tree
written in our book of life
whether terrible in our twos
risky at four and five
a doctor at six
or with a gray hair at thirteen
because adolescence is never clean
this flesh
this bone
this vein and artery can reflect
the heart of who we are
this is my I and your I
in the soup
circulating every current of life
together we can heal our ocean
filter unnecessary germs
yes
drink from eternal wells
our spring water
water in the eyes
eyes to bring fresh vision
of the way we can see
see this endless bounty
this purity stored through light
my light
your light
the stars that you know we are
so choose you stars
and live with the integrity
brightness requires
in its deepest night
what is right
is your eye
and my eye
with the tears
flowing as purified rivers
of love and compassion
so lets see what we can be
embodying the source of humanity.