Fire-eater
fire-eater@riseup.net is a recovering writer/student/activist living in Portland, OR.
He can be found on his day off muttering to his ducks anti-civilizational Blake and Milton passages in his garden and greenhouse.
My Joy
It sometimes seems so difficult, so foolish to persist,
When hours and miles misunderstood do cultivate our fear.
There’s always wavering midnight lovers, so hard to resist
Like when your Redwood darkness titillates, while emptiness grips me here
Giving in and letting go is tantamount to death
My eyes are sparkling blue delight, but cracking open tears,
My woolen scarf so warm and soft but twisted ‘round my breath.
Lover, woman, friend, sister, if now we’re to maintain,
It’s for a love that floods my heart with light.
Until I know my Joy again,
If our intentions manifest on nights so soft with pain
Watching, waiting, satisfied, together guiding in the rain,
Soaring through our lives, we were destined to collide.
Sometimes though, lips apart, always thoughts are side by side.
Thank you.
