YOU IN ME
I woke up to my
longing for you; coffee
bit my dream
I stirred your cream
If I dress to seek you
will I know where
passion gallivants
You haunt me with
your many haunts. I
feel a phantom kiss
and miss the bliss from
flesh and ardor, belief bones
troubles massaged in a love whisper,
soothing music
melodic compassion
I am out to find you
driven like the mating birds;
walking, I hear the coos
but let them fly unknowing
for I have a gift for us:
wait ’til you
see me smile
everywhere I know you
———-
STILL RAPID
For me I flushed, a
cheeky glow on me, when
I heard her
laughing in my heart
her oxygen in my
hemoglobin sanguine
Tincture of joy upon my skin
I touched her touch like lunch
of peppers and cherry ducks
in a row of charms
easy to cast as
fruit falling ripe
after blossoms bloom
Vitamin delight I made
floating on her river
tanning, burning in her light
We kissed our meal
to drink the day
a splash of love
in rapids
———-
THROBBING IN CREVICES
Though there’s little food in Sugar Ditch
the rabbit hoped to hop from me
a foolish-stewing-hopeless creature,
who’d let luck go where
fecal creeks don’t drown
perfumed hope
Broken down in Sugar Ditch
waiting for a scholarship
I was wheeling like
lightning struck me down
The documentary camera came
just before a thunder wash,
saw the open sewer
that’s home to family shame
I pulled out my crying rag
time moaning sack of clothes
and the man heard me sing
while driving lightning roads
Honking horns daring me
to dream away from poverty,
I bent my trumpets to heaven’s ears
But no one told me
evil flies to me
every place I go, and
King Sorrow would reign
over sovereign hopes
I reached the skyscrapers
a tourist of bad timing
had to be the highest
place to see heaven
aside from you
After lightning struck this New York
I was lying under debris,
my quilted sorrow bristling
with cast off bricks
Mortar thoughts around me
being so damn mortal, I
could be thundered away
to the heavenly scene
But a steam pipe was hissing
while lifted stones flew away
like missles whistling
choruses of dusty blues
Jaws of life jacking time
they slid my body out in time
let the building collapse on through
Thought I heard,
old Joplin singin’
more on Earth
will be slapping you
if you
dodge more bullets
from another fool
And when I sang right out
across the clapping crowds,
my best laid blues
went right to you,
New York girl
in a rabbit hat
Oh magical girl,
my new love,
you kissed the breeze
made illusions
fondle my wishes
Now I dream of you deeply:
my salvation laughing everywhere
To whinny, my dream horse gallops, your
giggling jiggling in my cortex,
cerebral fondness hunting for you
in pulsing fibers
embedded in desire
throbbing in crevices
of nerve-cell books,
passions hiding in no man’s nook.
You journey through my mind,
scampering mind dancer,
doing wild animal tangos. I embrace
your beauty in the hunt
to capture your essence;
my dogs sense your scent,
a presence so foxy,
they transcend all knowing
rockin’ and rollin’ in serotonin.
I have traveled into you–
touch me there
where thoughts are real
and lightning tingles fine:
hats off to
everlasting good times
When I awake to you
I am in heaven
————
WE ARE GLOWING
From the journey of a dream
I awoke happy, enveloped in you
under covers
Enraptured in the blankets
of home
with you
of you
Our embrace is
the brightness
of us
with us
We are
the morning together
together in love
An awakening
is here to be
for real
at home
peaceful passion
satisfaction day
not dreaming
but being
in the lightness
of us
with us
we are warm
being the morning sun,
like banners waving
playfully above
the river of Love
extremely rippling,
our streaming
child to the river
Ripples of the day
we stream
like banners waving
playfully above
a gentle brook
child to the stream
The child’s babble
joyful enough
to be a gurgle
in a float-along morning
We splash along
embraced
by immersion
and the kiss of the day
fantastic
better than a dream
———
OF INK
For you in my pen
my river meanders
into loops who spell me
spell you
flow so fondly
I will float you
if you’ll swim
into my envelope
open my
drawing of you to me
Drink me
read me
come splash me in the delta:
an ocean of love awaits us
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert
