overly poetic

it is early morning

i have drank ample scotch
     to keep an elephant down
yet
i rise
     awoken by the dream
 

i sit at a table

you stare at me
     from across the room
i am sentient of you
    before i turn
 

our eyes lock focus

       and we reel fleetingly
          in our communal restlessness
            both of us own that t-shirt
 

my heart it slumps

    rather hastily
        into my stomach
on the way to you
     i beam
our eyes engaged
       still
commitment
      in our gaze
 

golden-haired radiance

   environs you
       and no-one else
as i close
    you whisper
     “i love you”
      from behind
          a composed smile

i reply

    “i know”
      the marked nervous giggle ensues
 

this is you in my dream

         though it may be overly poetic

~csr

accurate predictions

it helps

   to recurrently
      remind ourselves
in the event
     of a future
           how will i feel
         about
      what I am doing
             now

the aim here

  is
to progressively
        get better
   at making
       accurate predictions

 ~csr

sealed in this kiss

incandescent passion
    radiant thoughts of you
lapping sweet reverie
    sugared and gleaming
oceanic panorama
    roofed in tremulous clouds
vivacious commotion
    my heart brings to being
enthralled by your exquisiteness
    your influence calms my core
years spent in silence
    unveiled and released
only with what body
     am i to hold you?
until time unfolds mysteries
     i will carry on this fire
surrendering resistance
    drunk with your touch
taste of your lips
    honey and nectar
i swear time stood motionless
    and all else vanished
longing no longer hidden
    our eyes tell the tale
love of untold years
    sealed in this kiss

~csr

all the way though

i read

silently...
and yet

there was an even quiet-er voice

     underneath
    that whispered
     "yes... yes"
all the way though

 ~csr

polyphony

life

 

starting a solitary note

has turned out to be
quite multi-timbral

 

 

i always seemed

to possess potential
for polyphony

 nevertheless

 

exceeding the limit

will cut off notes
in order to produce
new ones

some thing

always
has to give

~csr

whispers subsistence

glistening above

a canopy of starlight
whispers subsistence

~csr

this is me

at first

   i felt anger...
i wanted
   to hurt
     this person...

unfortunately...

    when i feel anger...
       it always winds back
     around to myself...

and so

   my next emotion

     was fear...

fear somehow

   this is me...

~csr

what’s missing

a joy in a tear

gloom in a smile
calmness in fear
an inch seems a mile

 aloofness so near

in hush i am calling
the fact is so false
i ascend as i'm falling

a lumber so light

concealing the show
it's vivid at night
desiccated flow

eyes never seeing
ears with no hearing
words never written
found is what’s missing

~csr

restively un-played

so long since

i have peered under the deposits

  of diversion that i have amassed

  in order to keep my thoughts 

 from drifting casually through 

  that orchard of passion… 

the opus of verses

 that lay 
still…

restively un-played 

~csr

my own oceans

it’s peculiar
how we've consumed
so much time
exploring space…

all the while
not knowing
what lies beneath
our own oceans

~csr

i have sought endlessly

to find the medium

amid arrogance and docility

confidence and diffidence

empathy and indifference

shaken to recognize

how i still make it all

about me

~csr

the whirlwind

i am compressed,
squeezed together
in atmosphere of
circumstance.

i am pushed
downward

against hard earth
by fundamental
gravity.

in all four corners
a wind of resolve blows...

in the midst...
the whirlwind.

~csr

from head to toes

i see your eyes

in mourning teas

in surrendering moons

and daftly seas

i hear your voice

in wistful strings

in whispering breezes

dragonfly wings

taste of your tongue

in auburn roots

nectar of goldenrods

and cider fruits

your touch i know

like static bows

the spark of divine

from head to toes

~csr

silence

i realize sometimes…

things are lost in translation.

things are often added as well.

yet

just think…

how many ways…

you can interpret

silence.

~csr

eachother's air.

love is

a bit like holding

one's breath

is it not?

though

we calmly drift into it,

hardly noticing how deep

we have fallen.

yet,

even in the dark depths

we somehow believe

we can breathe

eachother's air.

~csr

then comes the storm

after the earth quakes
a semblance of calm returns
and then comes the storm

~csr

to digest

it is best to
chew thoroughly
on one's own words,
as
they are often
not so easy...
to digest





~csr

your love

world’s spinning steadied…

moon’s mutual attraction…

not unlike your love

~csr

dream of you ( senryu )

 

if time heals all wounds

what can stop this hemorrhaging
when i dream of you

~csr

our night-lite

evening’s emergence

with tender song of crickets

the stars our night-lite

~csr