Geography of Love

Allow me please to get lost in your hair. 
I promise you won’t even know I am there 

Lest you think you might like to play coy, 
Then I’ll swing from a strand like a casual toy. 

If you can, don’t let me get lost in your eyes. 
Or I’ll lock myself in while the land around lies. 

Held captive, I might not get where I want 
And the lay of the land will tease at and taunt. 

For I must scale in time those highest of peaks 
Where panting breaths sound a yodeling speech. 

From there I’ll come down the mountains with care 
Where the stretches of heath lay boundless and bare. 

I’ll stay for a while on the flattened expanse 
Where softer breaths swirl in much plainer dance. 

God! Give me consent to your yawning thighs 
Where I’ll open that cave with lurid-like sighs. 

Then let me please go where no one does pass. 
With tongue, like a blade, I’ll mow down the grass. 

The permission you give to enter your lair 
Is heavenly sent and utterly fair. 

Some say this is like a descension to hell. 
The riddle though is if I walked or I fell. 

Yet if this is the way, I haven’t been told 
And all I can say is I’ve mapped my own road. 

Origen's Vision

Last night I dreamt all the world

Was put aright in a

Glorious restoration like

Oregin’s famous vision.

Even Mephistopheles and

His minions were invited back.

Creatures, no longer great,

No longer small, convened in a

Consortium of a

Celebrated congregation,

A magnificent mass

Of all that was and what

Came to be. We easily loosed

The tangled tree of

Knowledge and guiltlessly ate from

The apple where the seed

Took root in each and multiplied

In a cultivated

Consortium of sanctified

Truth and goodness. We saw

Ourselves in each and each

In ourselves. Old earthly habits

We shed and in that place

New plumes of purer kindness and

Clearer understanding

Bloomed. We saw cause and effect as

Mother and child while we

Became birther and birthed to our

Own living, pregnant thoughts.

Eyes in infinite number beamed

Forth in enveloping

Wonder till we pierced the wall of

The universe and saw

Without shock what lay on the other

Side. All this was the final

Restitution; mysteries

Gift. We all stood on heavenly

Clouds. Yet I was distracted.

Among histories horde I stood.

I stood shoulders with him;

The devil himself. In a kind

Of a mechanical

Mastication he chewed his gum.

He chomped, he champed, he chawed.

A  distraction dirge of din. His

Jaw of corruption pierced

My vine. I seethed in silent anger.

I wanted to throttle him.