[the unholy saints]
Autumn in a frame
where solely leaves still glow
and no more cheeks gleam
that have no more tears running down
that knows but the past
and feeds on yesterday
which home not touches heart
for cannot touch
which just not is.
†
Minimal from
an upstairs chamber
vine to accelerate snooze
triggerfinger frozen
numb
mere heartboiled pulse
for my
dear valentine.
†
He still burns
saint northern morning
stir-skied love -
flaming bellyache
comatose consciousness
overcomes the comfort range
nightlights shiver
crouched by your flange:
a notion of peace
engraved in flesh
hand in hand
heading towards
white.
†
Be there in my sleepyshirt
at dawn
in kittencoat crouching
on the pavement / purrment
loves her lips more than her purse
while swift-stepped sleepy
rushes by the sweet shoulder
with thundergaze
roaming early skies
and I hesitate
to remain unloved
†
Saint sleepyeyed
you've come from far
to deliver
what shivers
there gleaming in
mouldy shadows
what trembles
under dewy leaves
to plant the seed
right between
my heartfold
danger bosom-
and allow me
no more flaw.
†
In frozen air
no bother in harms
way
the coldest breath
tamed by the flames
off my heart's pounding pit
it is
the weary eyed
who never cried
to celebrate
mere sunblessed moaning purity
and nauseous
wrench
in your sun's eyes
earliest light.
†
Stuck struck
numb
a dawn:
collect my scattered limbs
forever in the lap
of hope
feed my feeble soul
on the nourishing well
of your eye;
a universe in every
tear
bound to live
love and grow.
†
The blow of a horn
the death of the dear
our fatecrime:
the hopeloss
the teardown, our excuse
for relentless ponder:
mantratoned pitywell;
please,
remain in charge
and feed
my sanity
with reason
for steadistep lifelove
and heartful embrace
for the peace of my face
lies forever in a piece
of your gaze.
†
My dear Dear,
how much longer
will I hold your face in my hands
and watch
the tears roll
from your starskied eyes?
How much longer
will our elbows rest
on the table
that separates us from our shame?
How much longer
will my heart leap
in joyous lovespring
for the sheer fact
of ourselves?
How much longer if not
at least a lifetime
will I want to dry your tears.
How much sooner if not
now
will I lift our arms up
from the surface of limitations.
How much more if not
everything
is it, that moves my
heartsoul in our embrace
the dear moment
to bless.
†
Thirst, tiredness
and you:
my missing lips
finest bliss
my memory's pearly mirror
outreach of my
smiling mind;
the gap
the mound
your breath and sound
in closest range
of my heart's target
†
Sensed by dogs
and heart alike
it is the descend
of my trembling shadow
into comfort's
nethers
where frozenfeet rest
relentless in sunpatch
knowing but
the secret dream
of winter sleeping
heather
at the fencing
of the field of earth
where there lingers
my trembling shadow
to watch over you
and keep you save
from harm my dear:
my softest only feather.
†
May no danger
evermore
obstruct your path
that you have come
to walk down
in my wake;
where eye meets eye
and heart meets mouth
and hand in hand
the falling spinning stops
and the moment commences
to remain
dedicated to our own dear belief.
†
At the bottom of
the earth's lap
in the belly of our universe
I felt the sweetest kiss of
the eternal loving
heart.
You, you big heart,
be you my home,
the hearth
in the earthen cave
of my own darkness.
December′07, DUB/WUP/MWD / © jänz...!
