there was no other way to tell you
of the things that late transpired
n shaped that night with moon rest
simply on the edge of morn
the morning star still placed
posed natural smiles upon this face
and flew the bliss
at first light as
my body rose to find the source of Eros
still within the scent of dreams
that place between
awake and sleep
if I had stayed within the bridge of dream
completion would have found its way to union
but the animal resides in lustful ways
demanding its fruition
with this filmy memory of
when I saw your face
i died again
the little death in arms of
all Beloveds
and I wept for those that stand to see the shifts and slides
and subtle tides
of having sung the bliss potential
at the feet of passion
then to leave our dreams with
heavy hearts pressed deep with musk
the fragrance of desire
that clings long after years of holding
hands and seeking landscapes of our comfort
praying daily for the peace of Eden
where a dim reminder
in the calling
from a distance
sets the eye to fall
and hides our hearts within the Other's call
frail memory of recent rising tower
standing
leaning
as so many times before
our real addiction
fogs the windows to our hearts