claire iv

note

flowing through the air,

the sight of you

thou

vision.

 

to say

i love you

would be a profane utterance

but then

deign your ear to hear

to cup these words

with your hands,

listen

can you hear the rain make love to the ground?

 

footsteps of joy

toes of picasso slants,

daring in its refinery...

to teeth the truth, you are

way too high for my taste.

i like the dirty whores who'll give their bodies as a living sacrifice

for pot, heroin, or putty,

i much prefer

the speedy type of hex.

 

but you

you are so gorgeous

in the gregorian sense

a moon goddess

competing with the sun,

your face is sheer radiance

showering happiness on the viewer.

 

eternal delight in nowness

you float

 

i love you because you are kind

sublime

divine

dovely

not a hawk

as i am.

do not let me go

for a while,

drop

ddl

from death.