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In the Mirror I Am My Beloved
By Rudolph Lewis
i quest
I heard your tears drop
across the sky green globe
your inflated sighs
the wild wails of a saxophone.
Let us dance upon the tables
of the Left Bank
all our cares drowned
& carried to the sea.
I feel good when any woman
makes love to me.
My love is all here for you
Tell me, my Beloved, come
tell me, what you want
tell me what you need, you know
I’ll do anything
any dream, in or out of fashion
for you, the world's a token
my Beloved, please, I don't
want you
to leave still wanting more.
ii concurrence
I’ve been around a long time
my face is black like the sun
& I don’t mind the
executioner's song.
My Beloved, your desires are mine.
Idols haunt me.
Ice houses
crumble to the ground,
my house flooded with sun.
Crooning women stroll
in my evening gardens
timeless
in my embrace.
I am a giant fruit tree
in the smallest seed
moving beyond the dark
melting universe.
I fall asleep
expand into the endless space.
Colors and forms
want to be in you & night.
Our mirror reflections
burst into the laughter of sweet
love
iii ecstasy
I am your lover
let my hands touch you
see your body everywhere
bury me, bury me
bury me
in your body
like I used to love you.
There is no elsewhere.
Under your robe
languishes
my church, my temple
my mosque.
My forehead touches the earth
mountains sing
with a thundering voice
like flowing water
falling
in your tent.
You tear your heart to shreds.
iv chant
I went into the streets
that flow
in my veins:
your blood is wine
your flesh is bread
the faceless sun
in a triangle
burning incense.
I light a candle
in the mirror
souls of past and future
a hundred years fit into moments,
the everyday passing of my life.
We can not watch everything
happen like a disturbed dream
of causeless grief.
In the dark-roomed school
I slept
I grew up and wept.
v affirmation
My mother was
a rambunctious spiritual.
My father a traveling man.
She is silent, he lies cold.
I weep for them
they still love the sun.
I ramble from bed to bazaar to bed
climbing mountains, resting in forests
I look for you who will tell the tale of sunlight.
I want to love your mouth, your nose, your ears
your warm heart and sleep on your
lap.
The tree I am grew out
of your heart
streams, meadows
herds, the land I live in
fallen from heaven
In you, all is
dream
your tongue sings
my lullaby
my folk songs, tells my tales
you prod, touch
my innermost self. posted 18 July 2005 |