Some Wonderful Suddeness

  It wasn’t a quiet time.
  All things were on simmer
  and actively non-disruptive.
  All little engines were 
    running under the daily stress test.
  We were running.
  We were functional.
  We were stable but worn.
  We were not gray but utilitarian 
    in color.
  A climax was a signature 
    on the document.
  The denouement: the contract 
    signed in triplicate,
  Part of the great collection.
  But it was as if I were 
    cooking a meal in a cauldron
  That held the seal to 
    an old god.
  The seals were strong 
    provided noone heated them.
  The odor that arose smelled 
    of something beyond food.
  It wasn’t a quiet time 
    before she came.
  But it would seem that 
    way afterward.

  There came a soft certainty
  Returning under years 
    of kept doubt
  There was another 
  who was intertwined with 
    I
  A friend
  A just desire
  Same as my heart
  Who would shovel into 
    my passage
  Unexpected
  Grand
  As boots slapping into 
    calm waters,
  Vodka distilled from innocence,
  The band striking up too 
    soon --
  These changes crash so 
    goldenly.
  The very wave of joy,
  Churning deeply and unforgiving,
  She came…

  I am in trouble.
  A light walked thru my 
    peripheral view and sat off center.  
  And yet, after I could 
    no longer see much else.  
  I should not have to wish 
    for dusk.
  Love is troublesome.
  It loosens old wealth, 
    
  And burns through sealed 
    doors.
  It smells like lightning 
    unstruck, 
  And feels like change.
  People kill it when they 
    see it
  Yet will still kill to 
    receive it.
  We are unsure of its sentience,
  Whether it feeds off uncertainty
  Or merely leaves it in 
    its wake.
  It seems to find logic 
    quaint.
  We know a truckload could 
    level 
  a country or a person 
    to rubble.
  We wear protection when 
    it comes.
  It submits no reports.
  It occupies too much.
  It undoes what was done.
  Love is troublesome,
  And I am in trouble.

  One moment
            Drifting upon 
    polished heartstrings 
  Rendered all masks to 
    lime.
  You came 
  like these unexpected 
    words
  like your shuddering 
    thighs
  like a board sundered.
  I still recall flower-like 
    eyes caught like a flame in gems,
  burning the air with 
    melodies,
  A laugh leaving a scent
  Warm deep beyond her 
    face –
  All held in this delicious 
    longing I now own.
  I know I am walking but 
    I 
  don't know where my legs 
    are.
  I hear matches being 
    struck.
  I am flooded.
  I have never felt as 
    large 
  yet as connected -- a 
    part of all things -- as now.
  silent firecrackers pop 
    around my fingers - 
  Midas Touch of motion.
  A rush of blood
  rejoinders…

  I arrive here without 
    distances or weight.
  I roll down the window 
    with my skin tasting fresh memories,
  hair raised and standing 
    as if in the highland wind.
  I let it go.
  Yesterday.
  The past swept up into 
    the sky,
  yet I remembered
  the taste of adventure.
  I stand amazed at the 
    electric effect of my smile,
  a wave rolling out from 
    me,
  to my friends, 
  to others.
  I bask in the sun during 
    rainstorms.
  I feel joy gurgling and 
    burst forth from my chest.
  I think of you.
  And I think of you again.

  I was smelling sweet deep 
    flesh
  from the stirrings of 
    your crush
  my beatific muse
  one bare touch eats ahead 
    at memory 
  repeat our beguiled reverie
  with lips apart
  while eyes unmask delicious 
    wonder
  one taste of your cheek 
    haunts my heart

This great happening that is us Has surrounded me as if underwater. My hands move etherally. Movements measure exactly Yet so vibrant. You can catch all consequences in a ripple. I have gills, I can fly,

I have my license again for the first time. I am drunk off holy wine And it woke up a star in my gut. I have embodied all substance Cynics close their eyes to And call blind. But the water holds us both buoyantly Regardless of sink or swim. I glide along weightless.

  Burning wood brims over 
    
  the smell of the air.
  The tribe of the living 
    
  huddle indoors
  sharing cups and rubbing 
    hands.
  I smell old leaves and 
    rich cocoa on your neck.
  Daylight Savings Time 
    in autumn 
  makes me feel
  playfully dirty. 
  I gain time like a thief 
    uncaught, 
  to squander or hammer 
    
  as indulgently as I choose.
  I sneak this moment with 
    you
  from the pocket of the 
    world.
  With your back on my chest, 
    
  gold bubbles through me 
    like a liquid sun
  while the wind bounces 
    painfully off the window.
  We are a shield together,
  and the world concedes
  to our safecracking.

  The ripple of two waterdrops
  beam back 
  from a photo of you 
  in my arms.
  A capture that spokes a thousand verbs.
  The moment still rolls forward warmly 
  and the light still spins out from you, 
    even now.
  And I still dizzy my smile
  upon its simmering silence.
  This round glaze steals through my own 
    gravity,
  lifts me from my lists,
  bears me upon its shoulders:
  childlike and ontop of the globe.
  And this is as much as I wish to trap
  such a light,
  one that heals like sitting in the 
  path of a sunray.
  I can still taste a 
  hint of the peace 
  in my mouth when I breathe through my nose.
  I feel your breast again, against my torso.
  Why - 
  How - 
  would I demand for containment?
  for possession?
  when I can witness your willing embrace
  unbidden?
  Let us step though the carpet of the world
  and watch it 
  watching us
  like we were in black and white
  still shining through
  a found photograph,
  almost forgotten.

  We were driving down the 
    same road
  Talking about the world 
    from our seat.
  With no lead-in,
  You promised you would 
    be good to me.
  Stated simply.
  Sincere.
  But no words have ever 
    bit through 
  my ribs and consumed my 
    heart so.
  I did not return the phrase 
    
  not because I didn’t hold 
    the same 
  but because I did not 
    wish to parrot words.
  But there was all ready 
    such a pact beneath my surface.
  I knew I would show you
  This one glow I see when 
    all mirrors are broken.
  I will give you back to 
    you
  When you thought you threw 
    it out.
  And you will reach behind 
    the words
  I’ve spoken, to show a 
    source
  When I have lost faith 
    in language:
  This wide exchange between 
    eyes
  I knew would shape my 
    life
  From the way it rolled 
    through me
  Out me
  To you 
  Through you
  Out you 
  To me…
  And the way it still does…

  Fabric rubs.
  Buttons crack.
  Tips trace.
  Breath spills.
  Neck drinks.
  Curtains part.
  Light swims.
  Eyes drink.
  Passion stretches.
  Nails travel.
  Hills raise.
  Fingers run.
  Music squeals.
  Palms circle.
  Parts meet.
  Arches lift.
  Teeth sink.
  Hair whips.
  Ends beat.
  Beginnings come.
  Legs gush.
  Rivers soak.
  Pillows sigh.
  Halos form.
  
  Jeffery Moller