Dreams

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Dreams

This morning I was snowed in.
I was trying to sleep late,
to sleep in.
You have been on my mind lately, 
the last thoughts at night
when I'm laying in bed,
 the first thoughts in the morning
when I am still half asleep.
This morning I've been laying here for hours,
thinking about you, dreaming in my mind,
what it would be like to be laying next to you,
holding you close to me,
your skin pressing against my skin,
warm,
moist,
naked,
the scent of  your womanly passion,
the taste of your lips touching mine,
to hear your breathing building
while I am inside of you,
your hands gripping my hands,
your arms wrapped in my arms,
your legs pulling me closer to you,
being lovers
making love together,
our fluids flowing two into one.
To be your lover,
to touch your emotions,
body,
mind,
and soul,
in the deepest
most personal
and intimate ways;

to feel you release yourself to your passion,
to feel the height of your release through mine,
as we come to rest together,
bodies moist,
heartbeats descending into peaceful,
tranquil
moments of time,
at home for a time together.
As our liaison leaves my mind,
my fantasy lover,
I hope to see you in my dreams.
For I know that in time
I must forget these things.

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Zi Shi

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Zi Shi
紫石

Today the rain drops spoke to me,
they fell from the sky kissing my face,
they made a sound before they hit the ground,
the sound they spoke, it was your name.
In my heart I knew it was true,
the same rain drops were kissing you,
gently on your face, softly like my lips long to do,
rain drops telling you of my love for you that will follow them soon,
a love like rain in the spring time that makes the flowers bloom,
flowers that one day I will give to you on a day that our two hearts are one.

Today the wind, it spoke to me,
as its gentile breeze was touching me, all over,
it sang this song as it danced with me,
The song it sang was your name.
In my heart I knew it was true,
the same dancing wind danced with you,
romantically, touching every part of you like my hands long to do.
Wind song telling you of my heart's songs of love for you, before I do,
a love like the summer wind that runs through the rain soaked trees,
trees that one day we will sit under on a day that our two bodies have been one.

Tonight at twilight there was no sound.
Linen bed sheets soothed me as I lay down, completely,
the sound they made caressing me against my skin,
the sound they whispered in my ear was your name.
In my heart I knew it was true,
the linen sheets whisper things to you, into your ears,
passionately, emotions, body and mind, making love with you, as I would do,
a love like the love that conceived you and me, that gives a child a heart beat.
A love that one day will grow and learn to say your name, Zi Shi.

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Paper Windows

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Paper Windows

         Dedicated to the people of the great nation of China           
and all people of the world struck by SARS  
and the family of Zi Shi

I watch the world through a paper window.
The window belongs to the house of the Big Apple.

I see the dragon devour the sons and the daughters,
the children of China.

I am weeping openly in the streets of the world,
tear drops fall from the sky,
the clouds weep with me,
mourning those  who have drowned in the river that they cannot see

The river that brings life
is now the river that brings death,
the same river runs down my face,
rushing out of my eyes.

My sorrow is shared by the sky.
The sky also cries and mourns along with me
in the hour of the sun.
Tears fall on my paper window,
a window at the house of Jefferson.

Between the windows I see the tiger,
he stands between this great people and me,
keeping us apart,
My heart has been drawing me to them for many years,
it whispers to me of a distant love,
and now China is a bride to me,
a home of friends,
the dragon has struck at them.
I can see the tiger stalking the one I love,
I am helpless.  All I have to defend her are my tears.

The river of the dragon takes
the breath of life.
The river of the tiger takes
the love of heart.,
The paper window is now dripping black blood
in front of me.
The face of death eats my desire,
My desire to eat dies, too.

How could the dragon know,
how could the tiger see,
the new love between the bride and me?

Black blood drips from the black clouds,
tear drops of black blood fall from the sky,
black blood drips across the paper windows,
black blood runs from my pen, from my heart.
My tears turn to black blood, soaking
the words I write across the paper window.
Today I understand why I always dress in black,
death has kissed me before,
kissing my heart,
stealing its life.
Death is not a stranger to me.
I live my life each day
prepared for death;
black blood has run through my heart.

Only our love keeps the paper
window open between us.


May 7, 2003
Written in Charlottesville, Virginia,
down town mall, 
outside in the rain.

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Red Room

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Red Room

Living in a room eight by ten,
twenty six years ago and now,
now and again.
Between my children, first and last,
an oasis today, a prison of past,
two miles and two sisters between them.
A door leading from a daughter
to a door leading to a son,
three old enough to be his mother,
he young enough to be their own.

Once an empty room in a dirty house that I did not own.
Today a place that I can hide in a house I don’t belong.
A porthole into the world,
with windows to all places and things,
touching those I was imprisoned from,
hearing sounds probated from my ears,
touched by love on the streets of Black America,
traveling to China and the Far East,
where words I write the World can see,
words finding their way, someday, to Ulysses. 


This room led me to Ulysses,
traveling the world,
seeking the birth,
child of my Odyssey.
Many times touching death
to see your face.
Your young feet walked across
the bedding on my prison floor.
Together we looked through the porthole
into the vastness of the worlds,
matrix of the infinite
universe of all,
things,
possibilities,
and dreams,
touching the water,
naming the fish in the streams,
sharing the child-like fantasies
that make men, young and old. 


A room where I taught you to say your name,
lifted you up and made you laugh,
kissed your face,
showed you a father's love,
defended you,
dreamed of your life as a man,
held you, hand in hand, as we
linked the generations between us.

Some day a room where you will dream about me.
There will never be enough time together
to share the love we share.
But if you look, you will always find it there.
The room is in your heart.
Now the love is a part of you.
They can never take it away from you,
no matter how they try.
Every day I ask myself ,
"If today was the last day of my life,
what would I do?"
I would spend that day with Ulysses.

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To Be Close To You

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To Be Close To You

Today I saw a photo of you;
I felt as if I already knew you.
I longed to see you as you really are,
unwrapped of all your clothing.
I unwrapped of mine,
natural,
uncovered,
desires exposed,
my skin touching your skin,
holding your body close to mine.
The essences of our humanity,
drawing our bodies to a time joined as one.
To have your hair brush across my face as 
I whispered and kissed things you longed for into your ear;
To feel the heat of your desire, wanting me, drawing me,
to be close to you.
For a moment in my mind I was drawn to this reality,
wrapped in each other's arms, 
looking deep into your eyes,
your lips against my lips whispering my name.
The scent of your passion,
the taste of your desires,
blood racing through our veins,
the touch of your dark naked body gripping mine.
mating, 
lovers,
lustful,
wanting,
passionately seeking to touch each other
tenderly,
openly, 
willingly,
exposing our most personal needs and desires;
lingering for a long time inside of you,
looking into your face, 
now a part of you, a part of me, that we share, 
together,
alone,
naked,
where we belong.
To hear you talk to me
wild,
hot,
nasty,
passionately, 
on the wave of your climax,
wet and deep,
drawing me closer inside of you,
to be close to you,
yet now so far from you.
Only time holds us apart,
apart from our passion,
that we long for in our hearts.   

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To Know You Well

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To Know You Well

It is said, anticipation breeds desire.
And at the kiln the pots are fired.
It is in the late hours of the day, 
we place our hands into the clay.
Without eyes to help them see,
our hands must find their way home. 
Impressions, emotions, touch and smell,
not to see your face, yet know you well.

Was it a dream, or a fantasy, 
when we passed through each other?
Two impressions wrapped together,
two realities touching in time,
a time where distance did not matter.
It was there I saw your face,
along the road, that leads to home.

It is said, that a memory birthed before 
the action, is a contract with destiny.
As we negotiate with fate in the mirrors' reflection,
impressions of you become impressions of me.
Did I see you there standing in the door?
Was it you that spoke my name? 
Was it you who touched my hand?
Do you remember lying next to me?

Was it a dream or reality?
Standing face to face in a time
that transcends space,
two roads ran together,
to a reality we have always known.
It was there, we knew the place
where we would meet, the road to home.

It is said, desire is an enigma 
that gives birth to satisfaction.
It is not how you give,
but what you give after you have
given it all; yourself.
Distractions, attraction, sounds, taste and smells
I've never seen your face,
yet have known you well.

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We

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We

My love, more than the seed.
There is more than the fruit to the tree.
My bed with two pillows seems so empty,
when you could be lying next to me.
Life seems so short when you're with me.
These eyes see no beauty without you,
my love is no more than the seed. 

My love, more than the seed,
when I look long into your eyes.
A life is more than just needs.
Please stay with me until we die.
Let your heart be open wide.
The shade falls from the trees,
my love.    

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Seed

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Seed

The seed is sown,
life does go on,
with the fire,
that grows within,
the seed is conceived 
through the sin.

Seed that's passed
between the eyes,
seed that's planted 
between the thighs,
seed that's in 
the hearts and mind,
seed we figured
sown for dying.

Seed we'll know
by the face,
the seed
that sustains
the human race.  

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A Breath On The Wind

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A Breath On The Wind
For Manny

I saw you crying,
standing alone in the cold sleet and snow,
because I was no more.
It was so cold, your tears, they froze before they
hit the ground.
I could feel your loneliness.
You knew I would never again come around,
never to hear the sound 
of a gentle word,
never to share a smile.
And I wondered 
if you would ever smile again.
In a breath on the wind
does a life begin and end.
Hold on to the memory 
that made me special in your heart.
Let not the door to emptiness 
be opened, too long, to your life.
To have been a part of your life
gave my life great joy.

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One Tear in the Sun

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One Tear in the Sun

Out of my eye dripped
one tear in the sun
blown dry on my skin
by the wind.

'To be wrong in one lifetime
about so many things.
From emotions deep within me 
this one tear was born.

One moment, 
one tear, 
yet this tear contained a lifetime.

This tear was running
down my face 
before the sun and the moon
at the same time.

In a single moment in time
the day became the night.  
I could see in this tear
through the sunlight
what my life should have been.

The wind is a voice
I long to hear again.
One tear left me empty inside, 
in one moment, 
just one tear in the sun.

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Remembering Peace

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Remembering Peace
For Rachel, Elyse, & Lena

I saw a bird
that rode the wind.
So natural was its flight.
With so little effort this bird
rode the wind,
that I remembered peace again.

I saw a child play,
becoming upset so easily.
It only took a minute and
this child was happy
and began to play again.
It was then I understood peace again.

I saw the sky,
full of beautiful clouds
The sky turned dark;
a great storm came,
thunder, lightning, wind.
Then I saw the most amazing thing,
a rainbow stretching over the world.
It was then I had peace again,
great peace in my heart.     

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