Contemplating a Spine by Daylight

Another from my cycle of poems, Of The Women, and a companion to my previous one

Can I lift your slender form?
Can I pick the fruit of your shadow
      When you are stretched cat-like in the sun?
Can I cause the excellent extension of your vertebrae?
Can I daydream of your stretched silver silk blouse
      When you shrug off sleep in mid-lecture?
I must have pondered too long from where I sat
For I was awoken from this by a voice
which tore my questions, unresolved
spilling back into my mind
like the sun, dripping lightly
upon your small back

Complementarity Pt. 2

The following is part 2 of my long poem, entitled Complementarity

Happy am I as I work
As sweat gleans my substantiveness
As I vanish into the toil

I am the vacuum humming as I enjoy my work
The symmetric lines are my Socrates and Sappho
Knowledge passed in the carpet
I am the plate, the fork, all cutleries am I
All feeders, all silvers, all irons, all!

This is to work
Have you earned the liquid monies of the spirit?
Have you seen your currency spent to moisten the earth beneath?
The replenishable forehead of the galaxy?

Have I not sung in the noon heat while working,
If not more, as much as in the Sunday reverie?
Have I not lent my baritone to the eternal harmony of a laboring universe?
What I have sung, youth and love, you shall sing
What I shall echo, you shall my echo ring

A Backbone by Night

I've recently been working on a cycle of poems, entitled Of the Women. The following is the first piece,A backbone by night:

I sit idly on the grass
And watch the night sky reflecting on your back
Your blue back under the moon
I watch the exploding universe upon your narrow frame
As you exhale, nebulas collapse in on one another
Take in breath and restore the shape of things
As long as your spine is blue
I know the safety of all life
And can stare at the terrific expanse of your ribcage
For as long as the Night lasts

Complementarity Pt. 1

Okay so the following is the opening of a longish poem I wrote a while back. I will post the rest in pieces every so often.

We are differing, you and I
I sing our sameness out of the swirling sky
Here is the river! Here is the discovering of life
I, the child of this song of songs,
In my 24th year, with fiery muse begin

Is it me you love?
Then you love nothing
Less than the whole cosmos
Is it my heart you have striven to reach?
Then you have reached across yourself
And within yourself
To escape yourself

Follow me a little way
And I will peel the veil
Like a ripe orange on the universe
I will show you whose heart and how
The where and when will wear out at this
The nature of things

You will not need to know when we will lose the moon
Only that it is dancing away
Until it is free in the void

glory

Curious at the stinging majesty of life,
I begin to sleep less and less
until I am consumed
by the rain
in a fluid torrent.
As though it filled me
until I overflow
into the street
and wash down the road endlessly…
until
under the universal genius of the starscape
I am hailed
by conquest
by fire
by a minor miracle.
There on that quiet
beach or bed
or midnight road,
words fail
dreams fail
my own wearied hands fail
and the beauty of this ashen night
sings a hallelu upon my eyes.
How peaceful then is the night.