My Poem of the Day
Stars Fall Nude
(first published in Sleet Magazine, Volume 3, Number 2, Fall 2011)
It's not easy writing about sexual intercourse in a loving, bonded relationship in an elegant yet descriptive and moving way. Describing feelings in poetic, engaging, and real ways are difficult and challenging enough; crafting language to describe the most powerful and profound feelings to be experienced as a human being--well, it's what poets have been trying to do since the beginning of language: To describe what is seemingly indescribable.
The title of this poem came to me first. "Stars Fall Nude."
Gina and I had just finished a particularly exhilarating evening together, and as we lay in bed in the twilight my eyes were drawn to the night light coming in through the drawn blinds, and my mind followed from my lover's shadowed and sensual naked form next to me up the slight moon beam to what I imagined I would see happening in the dark sky overhead outside.
Stars. Naked. Nude. Raw. True to their being. Stars. Falling stars. Created stars. Unending stars.
Words were appearing in my mind and I played with them there.
It was an overwhelming moment thinking of how my Gina and I express our love for one another in our physical beings. I was awash in a deep sense of blessing for her presence in my life. And I thought: The stars are shining on you--on us--as and when you and I are becoming one in this physical act, which represents the spiritual melding of two created beings.
I did not know if I would ever in my life be able to describe that fleeting moment of earthly ecstasy:
"One unsaid sun flares
fluttering seemingly endlessly"
I think I did it. For me. In that time.
To get this poem into this final form took me 2 years.
Enjoy.
Stars Fall Nude
(first published in Sleet Magazine, Volume 3, Number 2, Fall 2011)
stars fall nude shine on you
so soon becoming me
simmers the softly sea
pink run light shellworks
my breath to breathe
rhythms our body use to rhyme
of habit residual full
our sidereal God bathes me in your incense
your eyes pool my blood
for suns' fusions pulling blood
thin time without point and time
shooting stars barreled veins pull
the universe from my Christ-like heart
pull the universe through my very very vein
where the universe ends
to re-born me in bones
re-created in your throat.
One unsaid sun flares
fluttering seemingly endlessly
horizon upon horizon upon horizon
cheating time through gravity's bend and me, the awful observer of
a star falling willingly.
A star falls nude.
Fall now.
(first published in Sleet Magazine, Volume 3, Number 2, Fall 2011)
It's not easy writing about sexual intercourse in a loving, bonded relationship in an elegant yet descriptive and moving way. Describing feelings in poetic, engaging, and real ways are difficult and challenging enough; crafting language to describe the most powerful and profound feelings to be experienced as a human being--well, it's what poets have been trying to do since the beginning of language: To describe what is seemingly indescribable.
The title of this poem came to me first. "Stars Fall Nude."
Gina and I had just finished a particularly exhilarating evening together, and as we lay in bed in the twilight my eyes were drawn to the night light coming in through the drawn blinds, and my mind followed from my lover's shadowed and sensual naked form next to me up the slight moon beam to what I imagined I would see happening in the dark sky overhead outside.
Stars. Naked. Nude. Raw. True to their being. Stars. Falling stars. Created stars. Unending stars.
Words were appearing in my mind and I played with them there.
It was an overwhelming moment thinking of how my Gina and I express our love for one another in our physical beings. I was awash in a deep sense of blessing for her presence in my life. And I thought: The stars are shining on you--on us--as and when you and I are becoming one in this physical act, which represents the spiritual melding of two created beings.
I did not know if I would ever in my life be able to describe that fleeting moment of earthly ecstasy:
"One unsaid sun flares
fluttering seemingly endlessly"
I think I did it. For me. In that time.
To get this poem into this final form took me 2 years.
Enjoy.
Stars Fall Nude
(first published in Sleet Magazine, Volume 3, Number 2, Fall 2011)
stars fall nude shine on you
so soon becoming me
simmers the softly sea
pink run light shellworks
my breath to breathe
rhythms our body use to rhyme
of habit residual full
our sidereal God bathes me in your incense
your eyes pool my blood
for suns' fusions pulling blood
thin time without point and time
shooting stars barreled veins pull
the universe from my Christ-like heart
pull the universe through my very very vein
where the universe ends
to re-born me in bones
re-created in your throat.
One unsaid sun flares
fluttering seemingly endlessly
horizon upon horizon upon horizon
cheating time through gravity's bend and me, the awful observer of
a star falling willingly.
A star falls nude.
Fall now.
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