February And Beyond

Ritual Romance and The Sunlight Says

Ritual Romance

Cold, clear remembrance, once unbearable,
bulbed in the dark-earthed circuit of a year,
springs up to medicine maddening pain,
now not dolorous nor untreatable.

Dig out from your side that shard of broad spear
and drink-up blossom honeyed after rain;
allow mercurial messengers of dream;
take up the throne of self and love and being.

For through a bridge of pain the presence is
more than old disputes of the facts and fears;
the wounds we gave were all quite merciless;
those hardened attitudes dissolve in tears.

And yet we cannot see how blind we are;
dark lines of fate play out so deep, so far.

The Sunlight  Says

The sunlight says, "Surrender!
Take that dry washing in!
These are the days
of sweet amaze;
to hell with old wounds and sin!'

The sunlight sings, "Surrender!
Get that wet washing out!
Stare at these clouds;
climb up to the shrouds.
LOL! That's what it's all about!"

Bright within a cloud-chaise,
I think the sun be wise.
When she's back again,
I'll from thought refrain,
and loll between her thighs.

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