PHILIP KANE
Photography ©2004 KERRI


Remember the blush of a lip,
the kiss almost red,
desire’s voice growling
     & melting or devouring.
 
The eye embraces magic,
pierces a window
of present time’s
     blind blue angel.
 
          Morning’s
          warm dazzle.
          Your breath.
 
Animal as wildfire,
we explore & dance,
linger like smoke
     with haunting joy
 
Eternity is a feline blaze.
We circle freely
as sacred clouds
     & drink like gods         
 
          Never wake me
          from this
          healing poetry.


my skin is floating in the enfilade of rhythms
a star in the ocean
and pouring in a torrent between your hands
your skin burnished
a garden of candles
you have the smile of a lotus bud
don’t go
no
don’t go yet

I will come to you
slow
pulse
from the waters
there is a wave rising
in your belly
in your heart

we are fragments
a kiss to the throat
sealing the contract
I see you turn
I see you emerge
your lips parted
slightly