Dance of the elves

Leave your fears and come with me!
Let us dance and be merry
Under moon and stars and sky!
Come, my darling, let us fly!

Under moon and stars and sky,
Come, my darling, let us fly!
Let us forget what is real,
Let us create what we feel.

Let us forget what is real,
Let us create what we feel.
If our minds will hold their peace,
Then our carefulness will cease.

If our minds will hold their peace,
Then our carefulness will cease.
Is that not what we both seek?
To make love ’til we are weak?

Is that not what we both seek?
To make love ’til we are weak?
Let not questions haunt our minds.
Let us leave all thoughts behind.

Let not questions haunt our minds.
Let us leave all thoughts behind.
Throw yourself upon my chest!
Let me prove myself the best!

Throw yourself upon my chest!
Let me prove myself the best!
For the task I chose to bear:
To show you that you are rare.

For the task I chose to bear,
(To show you that you are rare)
All I need for you to do
Is to prove your love is true.

All I need for you to do
Is to prove your love is true.
Dance with me, forget the past!
Let our kiss forever last.

Dance with me, forget the past!
Let our kiss forever last.
Leave your fears and come with me!
Let us dance and be merry

Lingering

Like the droplets of a stream upon my skin
after a swim under a summer sun,
you linger.

Like the taste of a cherry upon my tongue
after it has been slowly savored,
you linger.

Like the notes of a melody within my ears
after the concert hall has been emptied,
you linger.

Like the vision of a dream inside my mind
after the dawn has broken night,
you linger.

Like the sweet scent of a perfume tickling my nose
after its host has disappeared into the crowd,
you linger.

Like the suffering of waiting
after the prayer has been whispered,
you linger.

You liner upon my soul, you linger upon my heart,
and all I can do to stop the lingering is
to desire you more fiercely.

Disciple

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Love
is His seed planted upon your lips by my own lips.
It is a seed I will water each day with a fresh new kiss,
with the waters of eternal devotion.
The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Time
is his breath behind my sail,
for time without you is time spent praying alone to god,
and time with you is time spent thanking God
for bringing you to me.

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Freedom
is His whispering herald,
for freedom is yours alone, and you have shown me how to hear it,
so that every time I am alone, I hear it calling me
through the trees, in the streams, in the breeze,
in the way that people smile at me and break the bubble of my solitude,
and I hear it when it sits in the crowds and asks me to recite the creed of my soul.

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Patience
is the steed that He gave me to carry me to you.
And though it is as slow and as stubborn as an ass,
it shows me the humility which I need so that
I may say to God, “Let Your will be done, not mine.”

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Longing
is the cross that I must bear.
And though longing for you might be the crucifixion of my heart,
it will be what separates my soul from my body,
what separates me from my mind,
so that through my longing for you,
I may discover how it feels
to long for God.

Night

From within the sands of Time,
she arose with a breeze of beauty flying in her face.
Her midnight hair enveloped my body in a tender kiss of silk.
When she shines the light of her face upon me, she cools my parched heart,
and all before her were nomads, too lazy to love, too restless to stay.
When she is away from me, my soul thirsts for her.
Each day under the torrid sun my skin cracks,
and I wait to feel her cool kiss upon my face.
Like a palm tree, I am planted in this desert.
I cannot be with her.
So with longing, I wait for her
to be with me once again.

Rhythms

The pulse of my heart
beats in my head,
booms in my ears,
batters my chest.
I want to dance,
to stomp my feet,
let it all out,
and hurl a scream
of primal joy.
And I want you
to see me here
desiring
all that you are,
all that you do,
all that you say.
And I want you
to dance with me,
to stomp your feet,
to feel my heart
against your heart,
and close your eyes
and let desire
carry you forth
into my dreams
and recklessly
give me your lips, and
to hell with rules,
to hell with manners,
to hell with all
that makes you waver!
Just come to me,
just fling yourself
into my arms
and let me take you
higher and higher
into the center
of the volcano,
deeper and deeper
into the eye
of the tornado, and
once we are there,
we’ll both be bare of
inhibitions, of
meaningless questions, of
prim proper reasons, so
forget all that
you think you know,
forget all that
they think they know, and
forget your mind, and
forget your past, and
remember all
your yearning heart
feels when I’m close, and
dance with the rhythm,
move with the pulse,
let out a scream
of primal joy,
and hurl yourself
into my arms,
but first you
must
come
here
closer,

kiss me.
KISS ME!

Then you will feel
the pulse of your heart
beat in your head,
boom in your ears,
batter your chest,
and then we’ll be together,
your hands within my hands,
your body against mine, in a
rush of made desire,
hurricane of love,
explosion of moans, and
then you will know
all that I know, and
you will feel for me
what I feel for you, and
the rhythms of our hearts will

be

as

one!

Away from me

your car by the curb
waiting for you in its sleep.
you never came home.

upon your rooftop,
pavarotti sings to us.
your absence is here.

poems in a box,
my pen sleeps, tired and weak.
still waiting for you.

moonlight through the glass,
shining down on your pillow.
sleeping without you.

the sun warms my cheek,
and the birds sing good morning…
morning without you.

When…

When one day the light of your womanhood will shine in its fullest,
and the sun of my manhood will burn in its brightest,
when we will be together like clouds following the lazy path of the Nile,
when the pyramids of Cheops will have started to crumble and our love will still be
laughing in the face of Time, laughing in the face of Death,
you will know…

When even the grave robbers will have found the treasures of ancient pharaohs,
yet the secret of our stolen kisses will be safely locked in our hearts,
when everyone will wonder not how pyramids are made, but how our happiness is made,
when we will see them looking at us as if we were Anthony and Cleopatra risen from our ashes,
as if we had found the elixir of Life and drunk of it in our secret garden,
you will know…

When it will be accepted throughout the world that we are not separate entities,
but twin parts of a new entity called Us which will feed on nothing but kisses and caresses,
when lovers will look at us enviously, approach us as their king and queen and pay us homage,
when the people of the world will make a pilgrimage to see us walk before them hand in hand, eyes in eyes,
the promises that we made to each other still legible upon the scrolls of our hearts,
you will know…

When even the gods themselves will smile upon us and give you a fruitful harvest,
and bless us with the showers of their kindness and the warmth of their protection,
when the universe will stop spinning for a mere millisecond just to hear us whisper to each other,
when there will be only us, and no one to question the authority of our demanding love
or tell us how love should be , how life should be, and that is how it has been since the beginning of Time,
you will know…
how much I love you!

Unnamed

Gentle is your voice, like a playful
Wisp of smoke dancing around in my heart, and your blue
Eyes, hidden by the night of your hair, are twin fathomless universes which will
Never cease to lure me sweetly, dangerously,
Down deeper and deeper into the beauty of your enigmatic face.  You have
Ravished me with your feminine smile, and I am powerless to do
Anything but think of you, forever etched upon my soul.

Enraptured is my being with memories of you,
Still speaking softly to me as if you were
Standing here, close to me.  I yearn for more of the moments we have spent together,
Laughing and sharing of each other.  Though you are not with me now, I carry you
Inside my heart, like a priest carries a holy relic inside a locked coffer.  yet I
Need your lips upon my lips, for the relic is often but a cruel mocking simile of the
Goddess it represents.  So I must wait for the next moment in time when we will be with
Each other, as the yogi waits for the true peace of death. as the shaman waits for the
Rapture which brings the promise of a finer reality known only to the dreamer.

 

Moonlit Waltz

We danced a waltz under the moon,
And there were none to see us smile.
Although we knew we must go soon,
We danced and laughed for just a while.

We needed no music to play,
For the music played in our hearts.
And we needed no words to say,
For words through silence are like darts.

I held her close against my breast,
I felt her lips upon my cheek.
I laid my weary head to rest
The touch of her skin made me weak,

For it was warm and soft as dough,
And with her breath upon my neck,
I felt the love within me grow,
And prayed from this dream ne’er to wake.

Now when I stand under the light,
And no one watches what I do,
I close my eyes, dance in the night,
And pretend that she dances too.

My dearest love where’re you are,
Know that I miss you very much.
And know that I will not be far,
But so close that our souls can touch.

Shipwrecked

My heart, a shard of glass,
it does not bleed.  There is no more
blood to pour out of me.
It sticks in my throat, cutting my words
into bloody shreds.
Inside I have drowned,
And my life has been cut by
my heart, a shard of glass.

My mind, wet, salty, and bitter,
spills out silently through my eyes,
draining out of my aging hull.
Silently it gracefully hurls itself onto the ground,
and not even the weeds drink from it.
I float aimlessly inside
my mind, wet, salty and bitter.

That is all.

Rage

Rage beats its bloody fists
Inside the walls of my heart.
And within my mind’s mists,
Its allies hurl poisoned darts.
My throat silently screams
The curses of rotten flesh.
Death’s night mares kill my dreams
Where despair and terror mesh.
All that a man can hate
Envelops my eyes with blood’s shroud.
Trapped deep in memories
I choke on deep earth-filled regrets.
One day my heart will burst
And splatter all across my chest.
But if God saves me first,
Then let my Rage soon find Its rest.

Laundromat Dreams

Thoughts of you
tumble and turn in my mind
like my clothes on the spin cycle,
and the contained hum of the machines
is the mantra which lulls me back
into your world.
Through half-closed eyes, I see you
float your smile to me, and I remember
that it was here I first saw it,
a smile innocent yet devious,
with your freckled nose crinkled on the bridge,
your wooden hair cropped short,
your blue eyes steadily washing over me like a spring stream…
a reflection in the rippled pools
of misty fantasy,
I sigh to myself philosophically…
your voice is but an echo
bouncing off the silence of my drunken stupor,
boredom,
faint enough to be too distant,
clear enough to be too close.
A loose coin clanking irregularly
against the window of the drier is
the lifeline
which binds me to this world:
it jars my senses, reminding me that
I am here, and not with you.
The drier stops, washing
me back into my body.
I put another dime in the slot,
hoping
to buy a little more time
with you, if only in my dreams.

Rock

Jolted from my assembly line past,
Enraptured by a dream-carved future, my meticulous soul
Needed you most, like a rock roughened perfectly by the icy winds of time
Needs a particular sculptor.   You offered yourself
Inside my life, like liquid fire offers itself to the steel which will slice
Form and breath into a formless and breathless matter.
Eventually, by your making, i will be, can be, nothing less than the
Realized repetition of your most heartfelt and craved visions.

my

Form is borne of your dreams, they hold everything.  dream,
Anticipate my lips pressing softly against yours, feel the
Need to whisper my name self-consciously under your breath,
Turn in your head like a Chinese puzzle the image of my face, let
All that you see around you be a blueprint for my calling.
Slowly, make
Yourself mine.

 

For Dad…

Michel Gochtovtt    5/23/1924-7/21/2012

Germinant dans les terres de ma tête,
Rappelles-toi tous tes mots de sagesse
Enveloppés dans tes petals d’amour,
Gardés frais par ta précieuse tendresse.
Oh mon père, ils poussent toujours dans moi,
Rien ne serais-je si ce n’était sans toi.
Y a-t-il rien dans mon coeur plus vivant que toi?

Translation:

Grains of life you planted in my mind,
Rain, the tears I have shed when you died.
Every word of wisdom left behind
Grows like a wild garden deep inside
Of my heart, where you will always be.
Really, father, you were never gone.
You are still here, cultivating me.

Zen Fairytale

As we watched Comet
under Moon in silent Fog,
Wind carried our wish.

By the flowing stream
on a moist carpet of grass,
your tongue wets my tongue.

Flames of fire sigh
as your body under me
crushes down the sand.

Under a willow,
with cold feet in dewy grass,
weeping for our love.

Feet against the rocks
cutting skin like knives of glass,
but you hold my hand.

Up on a rooftop
under a red summer sun,
we plant cherry pits.

Floating rubber boat
heard us on the river when
we said, “I love you.”

 

Published in West Chester University’s Daedalus Literary Magazine, March 13, 2015

The Love Song of John Smith

How then should I presume?
And where should I begin?
Dare I, dare I assume
My words her heart to win?

Am I to be a brute?
For them it seems to work!
O, Passion, bottled fruit,
So trapped by my pride’s cork!

Love seems so natural
(In my mind, ’tis but said!)
Yet how phenomenal
That I am so afraid!

So drowned by sirens’ songs!
So maddened by their charms!
Each day this body longs
With agony, cruel and warm.

The hero in disguise
Is he whose tongue is fool.
I cannot speak those lies!
So silence, then, must rule.

A silence fraught with pain,
Madness bound by a string.
A traveler waxed in vain,
For still the sirens sing.

They know nothing of it!
And still I am to blame.
Must I so calmly sit
And watch their botched up game?

O, Mephistopheles!
Tempted am I to bet
That of those fair lilies,
Any one could I get.

The devil with my care!
I know just what to say!
The color of my hair
Grows whiter every day!

And yet, what if she mocks
Attempts to bare my soul,
And hurls against the rocks
The words to make us whole?

What foolish beast am I,
So trapped in my own snares?
From Courting must I flee
For having found her bare.

Melancholy, my cave,
(Of hope, I am bereft!)
I hope one day ’twill save
The few words I have left.

But no!  Leave me to grief,
And let my tears be proof
That Love’s only relief
Is to be kept aloof.

For is this what I seek?
To gain a nightingale
Whose thoughtless chirpings reek
of boredom, rank and stale?

And is this what I want?
A molded empty mote
Who constantly must chant
A ritual learned from rote?

And yet, what else is there
Among trivialities
Where cruelty laid bare
Doth hide in niceties?

Am I the sole remains
Of empty faithless lines?
Or am I, then, the Fool
(And do they see the signs)?

My temple has no place
In worlds without a faith
Where Truth is but a face
Where Love is but a wraith.

So let me die in peace
Each day a little more.
One day, my hopes will cease.
Eros will be no more.

As summer turns to fall,
Then fall into winter,
I must forget the Call
To make them all better.

Their games will become Truth.
My rules will never be.
And then, as passes Youth,
My desire, set free.

Let silence be the rule.
Let Pain be what I praise.
If I am thus the Fool,
Then Love be but a maze.
Go on, you oafish boys,

And sputter all your lies!
If women be your toys,
My dreams, therefore, are sighs.

Aphrodite, goodbye!
You were my only love.
But now, Boredom’s dead cry
Is all that rings Above.

And now he speaks to her,
Not caring what he says.
And as I look at her,
She seems as in a daze.

She slowly nods her head
And feigns to hear him speak.
(But how her heart is dead,
For all his words are weak!)

A Cerce with a swine,
(Yet still her smile she keeps!)
His lust, the potent wine
Which lulls her to her sleep.

I yearn to offer her
The treasures in my tongue.
I need to rescue her
From boredom’s plaintive song.

How then should I presume?
And where should I begin?
Dare I, dare I assume
My words her heart could win?

Desert Rain

Carefully combing the crowd,
Always wanting to find woman
To make me more than mortal man,
Hoping to hear love call me clear and loud,
Every day, like a nomad in the desert of loneliness, i
Reached out and grabbed strangers with my piercing gaze.
Impatience urged me on, rough rider on tired mount. but yet
Never i thought that in my desperate search for a hidden you, i
Ever would stumble upon you, flower bloomed from rained tears.

Black Jungle

The stars.
The sky.
Nothing else.
Emptiness
looks down upon me
through the thousand eyes
of other planets.
The world is a
negative.
I look about,
pearls of sweat trickling
down my brow,
drowning my eyes in
confusion.
An animal screams,
waking
the hair on my spine,
draping me in a blanket of icy
fear.
The flutter of bat wings
rapes the silence of the night.
An owl hurls a scream
into my ears.
The trees, like me, shiver,
though the wind tries to soothe us
with its caress.
Life underground
stands still. Quiet
wolves,
silent marauders,
tiptoe through the bushes
cunningly,
seeking their prey.
They will find me soon,
I realize nervously.
The moon reflects all
shadows
in the paths undercover,
indifferent
to my need for clarity. Suddenly
a ribbon of light appears between the branches of an elm.
I sigh. I am master now.

Tempête

Je me demande si quand je serai vieux,
Et ma jeuness ne sera que mémoires,
Je me demande si je serai heureux.
Etant si seul, je ne peux point y croire.
Combien de femmes mes yeux ont-ils suivis?
En ésperant mes regards retournés?
Combien de rires ont semé ma folie?
Quoique paisible, secrètement tourmenté.

J’aurais voulu amour avant amie,
Comme un Chrétien, la vie avant la mort.
J’aurais donné mon cœur avec oubli,
Mais l’amitié est le plus grand trésor,
Car le voyage vaut plus que l’abordage.
J’aimerais y être sans avoir essayé.
Ah, ce voyage, il m’offre aucun soulage!
Quoique paisible, secrètement tourmenté.

Ces belles lettres, écrites avec fureur
Ne furent que mots étranglés sans pitié.
Ma langue nouée par une timide peur,
Causera-t-elle ma solitude damnée?
Je pense le mieux, mais ne dis que le pire.
Ma plume flourit, mais ma bouche est fanée.
Mon amour fou, je ne peux que l’écrire.
Quoique paisible, secrètement tourmenté

My Empty Garden

She lies inside my mind, hidden in my hunger, the seed of a pregnant fruit rotting away.
Under the dark depths of my soul, the fountain of Life drips away,
waiting for her to come and drink from me my kiss.
Beyond my eyes, they pass me by, strangers, walking graves unfertile for her birth,
and their vacant eyes fall upon me and float away like dried out leaves,
slaves to the whims of a tired wind.
Overrun by the choking weeds of my sighs,
Love is an empty garden, guarded by the angel of Time
wielding the flaming sword of Desire.

Seed

How my soul longs for thee
In silent misery.
A smile painted on my face,
as I try to hide Disgrace.
O, sweet rose of my heart,
Why must we be apart?
O, sweet flower of my soul,
Only you can make me whole!
The Father holds me dear
And brushes off my fear.
But tears across my face
Keep me so far from Grace.
Yet hope within my breast
Envelops my regrets
Like a mantle of silk,
Like a mother’s sweet milk.
I refuse to give in
To the despair within.
She lies within the earth
And I wait to give birth
To eternal Eden,
My blessing and my bane.
I wait for You, O Lord!
If you but say the Word,
I know that she will come,
My rose, my healing balm.

May Tomorrow Come

My palms are wet, my throat is dry,
My heart with yearning breathes a sigh,
For well I know, a kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow.

Who knows what Fate has stored for me?
It may be love, or misery.
But well I know, a kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow.

Why did I wait for you to break
This bashfulness?  My worst mistake!
For I should know, a kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow.

Maybe I wish that you will see
That only you can set me free…
You may not know, a kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow.

If you could see into my mind,
These very words, then, you would find:
“Do you not know, your kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow?”

I pray you not to think me bold
If more than touch, I want to hold,
But you must know, a kiss held back today
May never come tomorrow.

H2O

The red tide of your lips
washes through my senses
and floods my heart with desire.
like a tsunami, your hair
crashes against the rocks of my self-control
and fills me with recklessness.
Your smile is the eye of the hurricane,
unhurried peacefulness
amidst my furious passion.
And each minute, I pray
that like a river into the sea,
you will rush into my arms.