Lust is pure. This day’s heat is lust. To forgive
is to embrace. Things happen, then again, things
to avoid. Static is not the same as ecstatic. What
to do with sadness. What to do with joy. What?
Pretending is not the same as preparing. To rise
restless and hot. Come with your mouth like a
spoon. There once was a beautiful summer,
sticky with pollen. There were beautiful bodies
wet with lust. Sweat is not the same as mist.
Once there were two beautiful bodies sliding
through the juiciness. We gathered into each
other the broken parts. Syncopated each muscle,
each bone, open access. Something is crackling,
static? There’s nothing left to make me wonder.
Nothing now and always. Nervousness is not
the same as Nirvana. Copulation as transportation.
Your body, like a warm bird in my hands. Small
and brown. To embrace is to survive. To burn is
to love. To burn is to lose. To burn. Fire needs
oxygen. The years have fallen and dried. Memory
snaps shut. Of small things, I still have the starfish
and there is nobody to tell the story but me.
©DAH all rights reserved
DAH’s ninth poetry collection is SPHERICAL (Argotist Press, 2019) and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Italy, Germany, Canada, Spain, Poland, Philippines, Singapore, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart nominee, Best Of The Net nominee, and the lead editor for the poetry critique group, The Lounge. DAH lives in California where he teaches yoga to children in public and private schools while working on the manuscript for his tenth poetry collection. His eighth book is Full Life In The Day Of A Poet, selected poems (Cyberwit Publishing, 2019).