Second Coming

You are magical.  You have the power
to infuse into my veins with your sweet whispers the hope of a Christian in a den of lions,
to draw me with a single smile from the tempestuous waters of my doubts and restore my faith,
to raise me with each of your caresses from the dead
life which I used to live before I met you.
Your lips are my manna,
your eyes are brighter to me than a burning bush,
your hair more beautiful than the night through which fell the star announcing the birth of a new king.
the touch of your hands is more healing than the cloak which healed a passing leper.
And each time you kiss me, I feel more blessed than the sinner who washed the feet of the Messiah with her tears.
Each time I hold you in my arms, I am given the keys to Heaven.
Each time I feel your soft, warm breath upon my neck, I feel like a flame has flown over my head
and given me the power to speak to you in a tongue known only to my heart.
Each time you whisper to me, “Te quiero!” you give me the promise of a new world beyond this world.
Verily, verily, I tell you this:  you my love, you are my salvation.


Love is reckless, love is wild.
Love is foolish like a child.
With its nose up in the air,
It has not a woe or care.

Love is giving, love is kind.
Love leaves thoughts of self behind.
Love asks nothing in return.
Love is never harsh or stern.

When you placed your trust in me,
Sacrificed yourself for me,
Caution barking at your feet,
Warning you against deceit,

I was taken by surprise,
And your deeds strengthened the ties
Which unite our hearts and souls.
We are as one, we are whole.

For I would have done the same,
Without doubt or without shame.
We are fools without reprieve,
And each day, we spin and weave

Both our fates into one fate.
My love for you is innate.
And with our nose in the air,
We can see that we both share

A destiny in the stars
Which cannot be held by bars,
Which cannot be stopped by Time,
I am yours, and you are mine.


Dans un petit café

Dans un petit café,
je pris mon temps et je buvais,
et je pensais à ma chérie,
ma chère amie qui me manquait.
Elle est partie voir sa mémé,
et la seule chose qu’elle m’a laissé,
c’est une photo d’elle, ma chérie,
celle don’t je ne peux me passer.

Dans un petit café,
je regairdais les amoureux
avec des larmes et un soupir.
Je suis fou d’elle, je ne peux mentir.
Et le soleil me réchauffait,
mais mon cœur était douloureux,
parce que c’est elle qui me fait rire,
parce que c’est elle mon pur délir.

Dans un petit café,
je m’endormis près d’ mon café,
et je rȇvais de ma chérie,
ma chère amie qui me manquait.
Elle reviendra, ça, je le sais,
et dans mes bras, je la prendrai.
Un jour elle sera ma fiancée,
dans un petit café.

Prayer of a lost soul

My soul is like a beast encaged
In this body of raw matter.
It is in pain, confused, enraged,
Held bound where there is no laughter!

It needs to flee far from this place,
Away from Earth, away from men!
My creator I wish to face
So that I may not go insane.

O, where art thou, Jesus my Lord?
Please give me sight, for I am lost!
My heart is pierced as by the sword,
Many temptations have I crossed.

Grant me the will to deny Sin,
To face myself, give me the strength!
Over all evils may I win,
For my journey is of great length!

This is the plea, then, of my soul.
It flies to Thee with reverence.
To find thy purpose is my goal.
I pray to Thee with reverence.

I beg Thee now to give me rest,
And drown my fears in harmony.
May life for me be as a quest,
For now, ’tis naught but agony.

Virgin Cruelty: Sonnet To A Passing Waitress

Must thou so tempt me with thy grace
And make me suffer with thy pride?
Is not the longing on my face
Enough to draw thee to my side?
Thy every step, when walking by,
Is like a drum within my heart.
Each careless word, o cruel lie!
Though thou’rt so near, so far apart!
Do not elude me, sweetest dream
And make me beg for what is mine!
For if fire brings to steel its gleam,
Then suffering should make thee mine!
If I should die without thy kiss,
Then Death indeed, my only bliss!

Raison D’Etre

You are so beautiful!  You are so graceful!  You
are like a gazelle drinking from a stream under the moon.  How
my heart beats when I am with you!  How I lose my mind when I am near you!  It was
destiny which brought us together, and I thank God every night for being with
you.  Your lips are my relic.  When I kiss them, I die and rise again.  You
are the reason for my desire, and my heart longs for you,
my soul cries out to you when you are gone.  My love, spend your
life with me, because without you, I shall surely shrivel and die.


This is how
I think.
I think of you.
I think of you and me.
I think of you and me kissing.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree in the night.
I think of you and me kissing under a tree in the night when the world sleeps.

This is what
I feel.
I feel you.
I feel you against me.
I feel you against me, breathing.
I feel you against me, breathing upon my flesh.
I feel you against me, breathing upon my flesh, with your flesh closely pressed against mine.

This is what
I believe.
I believe you.
I believe you love me.
I believe you love me when you smile.
I believe you love me when you smile and reach for me.
I believe you love me when you reach for me with your hand.
I believe you love me when you reach for me with your hand and stroke my hair gently.

This is what
I know.
I know you.
I know you feel.
I know you feel how I feel.
I know you feel how I feel is important.
I know you feel how I feel is important to your happiness.
I know you feel how I feel is crucial to your happiness, but you are not ready to admit it.

I think you love me.
I feel you want me.
I believe you need me.
I know you will take me,
one day.
And I will always wait for that day.

Natural Wonders

If I were a rose, stretching out painfully from my bed towards the sun,
with my roots crackling and writhing under the dry parched earth,
and with my petals aching to be refreshed without being poisoned by the waters of man,
you would be the rainfall which would soothe my thirsty heart with your wet kisses.

If I were the sun, burning with the heat of my passion.
always in flight without respite in a sky filled with fumes of hungry metal beasts,
always needed by a thankless people without knowledge of true power,
you would be the moon which would bed me with the kiss of your cool luminescence.

If I were the earth, aching with the trampling of a thousand stomping rubber feet,
wrenched out of bed by mechanical monsters, suffocated by blankets of premixed rock,
spit upon by man’s careless shedding of objects which Nature never intended to create,
you would be the soft grass which would enfold my wounds in arms of lush tenderness.

If I were the rainfall, crying itself upon a lonely rose, having to compete with the sun
for the attention of a people locked in cages of stone and steel which scrape the sky,
having to quench an earth too sick with liquid plagues of civilization to thank me,
you would be the rainbow which would hug me and show me that I will always be loved.

But although I am just a man, you are all these things to me and more.
You are the beautiful rose whose grace and tenderness brings inspiration into my life.
You are the affectionate sun whose smile warms and illuminates my every thought.
You are the fertile earth upon whose words grow the roots of my heart.
You are the pure rain whose caresses tenderly wash away the fears inside my mind.

And that is why I love you.

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


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.


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

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?

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?

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?

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?

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.


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.


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
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

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




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 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!


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.


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 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,
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,
to buy a little more time
with you, if only in my dreams.


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.


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?


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