Love Letter 279 Next Time You See Me

I want to see you

in something less

there's always so much

going

on

that

a quiet clean slate

unclouded by interruption

your naked

meditation

is all I want

a couple of clean hearts

and one invitation to love

is all I need

to know

nirvana

Your Beloved

Love Letter 278 Only One

My Love

have you seen me?

my face pouring toward your world?

my feet

very clearly visible, at your throne?

and

My Love,

have you seen me

put my hands out

like a child

standing there in all my rags

not once

self conscious?

and My Love

have you heard the stones change into chestnuts

and small butter apricots become acorns

and the speaking unspeaking

turn my eyes over to you?

do you know the lotus flower

is a blemish on the water

and yet her petals

become its turban?

am I not serene enough

to seduce

you

into

not suffering?

I have held out my hand forever

yet you hesitate to take it

I am asking you to be with me

I am penetrating your antipathy

your avalanche excusisms

your cutlery paring away my encouragement

I have fully entered your world

and yet you say I am not here

why all these excuses to cure me of my existence, Beloved?

Which wheel must love turn, for you to

say YES?

I Love You

Your Beloved

Love Letter 277 The Stake

I cannot reverse this pain --

it is a howling rhetoric

sure to shore the whole of defenses

and still divinely love

I am cryptic, stilling the (im)moral urge

to undo you

your spell, too profound for my

words.

I have only wanted

a love story, my dear

not all these warm-ups

which were practice

for a swollen heart

whose chasm is unheard

and whose

echo

is dead

no

one solid

requiem

mocked

by an ever and eternal resurrection

Oh, My Love

I have longed to feel that thing

which hinges on nothing

but on which all hinges

I have begged

in the market

for a spear

to purse my stilted corpse

its wound like one great ark of hurt

I cannot spill my blood

even

for which martyr

could do that?

my only altar

is you

from which I sweep my tears

and return my jewels

onto what I scroll my heart

and still

these steps, like third worlds

who and what contain them?

build them

break them?

my journey to you

lies on a broken heel and hell of sorrow

all works conform to your grave

and

turning and tilling

I find your soul

the lamplight

in my cave

your heavenly castle

is but the next stair

and all I have started and stated

fades away

it is ample

this rock, staff, reed

I am full of what a wedding

would be

but

I am not

getting married

so

my dear

how can you stand me

sobbing in your bouquet?

how can you steady my butchery?

I have lived

to stop writing

to him

and

WRITE ONLY TO YOU

it is a stretch of imagination's skin

to crop a world

and paste it back

to

the

Beginner

all my salt worth like a stubborn drowning chalk

this time

I will give the love letter

to Him

which appreciates

my chivalry

and awkwardness

I am made aware

by my daily begging

that the altar

is

not

the love

but You

on which I put

all of me

where love burns all these words

Deliver me,

Your Beloved