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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