Monthly Archives: December 2011

tanka

dew of love’s doing
gems that glimmer on your skin
a pink lotus song
sighing you stir in my arms
sweet glory of the morning!

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Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Revelation

That god is naught
who the bairn of men does affright
to gain his worship’s ageless right.
With baseness full fraught
are those prayers learned from fear alone.
That god has none but thralls beneath his throne.
Rather, as those who think make plain,
that God is all who love only is,
and does ever such proclaim.
Hark, you friends!  The spirit calls.
Burst, you mountains!  Crash, you walls!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Canzone

How wonderful this flesh of ours!
I see but the shadow of your breasts
or sense the perfume of your hair
and quick blood betrays me, my tongue quivers.
You but hear me whisper that special word
or feel my breath upon your neck
and pleasure makes your juices sing, your nipples dance.
Merely thinking, one of the other, makes us burn.
Our bodies fill one another’s dreams.
How wanton and magical, how sacred
is this, our flesh, oh dearest love!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Gratitude

Of my heart you have made a burst
of butterflies, copper, silver, gold;
of each drop of blood, a tear
that sheds a thousand breathless sighs;
of each sigh, a hope; but of such hope, despair.
Copper, silver, gold – all mingled, all a-flutter.
A burst of butterflies beats within my breast.
For such a gift, sweet and cruel as it is,
I give thanks, sweet and cruel as it is.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Stirring in the dawn (To Melissa; for Kevin P.)

Stirring in the dawn, how I wish
the night of your hair had darkened my pillow!
For so long, oh sol de mis tardes,
have I seen you the earth of my dreams!
And so, I dream now, in my cup of wine
as you pour more illusion for the beggars we are,
beggars of beauty, together alone…
The night of your hair!  My pillow’s pallor!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Flying at night: a memory

Through the skies like a hand
that pleasures you slowly I go.
Like some god upon his Olympus
I see below me the silent body
of night.  As if coasting I watch while
the artful lights of earth overwhelm the stars.
But in my weary heart they pale
before the memory of your doting eyes
that flash in the warm purple of our love.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011

Ferry Song

Each day I cross these waters,
Winter and Spring, Summer and Fall.
Winds herald each departure and return.
Seabirds mark my name and manner.
Waves witness my stirring and my rest.
The eyes of heaven note my measured haste,
my frenzied slowing.  The others see me not
although they watch me; hear me but do not listen.
Summer and Fall, Winter and Spring,
each day I cross these waters.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011