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genius loci

near year’s end I stand
beneath the oak shorn of leaves
dreaming stars unseen

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

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litany in praise of her beauty (for Lan)

– living gold that puts the sun to shame
– surface of dream in the full moon’s light
– coolness that burns the fingers that touch it
– whiteness that awes me in the bed’s shadows
– expanse of sweetness in my fond embrace
– pure vastness of nerves singing
– sentient snow that melts my senses
– living parchment where is written all that beauty knows
– smooth encampment of love
– fragile swathe poised for romps of passion
– fleshy fabric full of stars
– lively song primed for touching like lilies at nightfall
– delicate off-white silk of kisses on the wind
– brilliance embued with panting dawn
– tangible lyrics of clouds in the heavens
– firm milky sea over which sails the craft of my mouth
– very fine net that ensnares without fail my every glance
– steady caprice of the swan gliding
– palpable cooing of white doves
oh, dearest love, there aren’t words enough
or time…

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

the betrothal

on this night of many words
right now I’ve realized
you are but an idea that grows
how sweetly in my heart   in my flesh
in every verse that I sculpt
seemingly from nothing but air and light
I am both Adam and God at once
forming you from some lost part of me
oh woman    oh embodied song
you are my heaven and my hell besides
you are my artfulness in flower
but I still have not let you be yourself
I have yet to let you say yea or nay
between us two there exists a tender
but tragic maybe    now I’ll end it
by asking you   are you mine in truth
or are you but a dream filled with stars
and the flashing of swords    in any case
the answer is a dagger that will make me bleed
but it must be answered    with or without words
you must answer me   even if I should die
more from fear of perishing without you
than any wound done upon this flesh of mine
yet stars I fear and the brandishing of swords

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

perspective

you   my uncharted realm
island lush with beauty
bloom of blooms
every word of my pen
exults in you
and every part of me rises up
at the sound of your name
oh mistress of my being
dream of dreams
behold the delightful blindness
of seeing up close

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

elegy

what was it I saw
before seeing you  beloved
nothing but phantoms
of leafless trees
what was it I heard
before hearing you  lovely one
nothing but sighs
stock-still in the fog
what was it I touched
before touching you  my love
it was a dream of embracing you
while you dreamed of embracing me
we two strangers unknown
each to the other   now
every what was lies forgotten
beneath a mountain of kisses and verse

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

“I love you beyond mind or memory or measure.” – Zhivago to Lara, from Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

gone yes but nonetheless you’re here
my downcast eyes are wanderers
among the little dark islands
in the seas of paper of whatever book
thus do I read now that you are gone

distraught I wander through life
seeking your visage so lovely yet so far
now that you are gone    filled
with a thousand songs are my ears
yet I hear not one of them
I sense but your voice laughing so far off
thus do I hear now that you are gone

totally absorbed I roam through my days
following your gentle laughter so far off
now that you are gone    there pass
through my careless hands
so many useless things
longing to touch your skin
I let fall silver  jewels  gold
thus do I touch now that you are gone

enraptured I wander through the night
tracking that touch of yours
made of dream and now so far away
now that you are gone    of a madman
are these lips of mine
I give kisses to the wind and rain
whose cold lips are so fickle    thus
thus do I kiss now that you are gone

driven mad I roam through the world
pursuing your warm embrace
so far   so far away
gone yes but nonetheless you’re here
I die for you   my lovely one
you   made of dream and yet so far

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

what was promised

a statue I promised you
made of words
the substance of dreams
semblance of true feeling

one by one I form them
cheek and breast   buttock and thigh
I sculpt them   what beauty   oh what beauty
watching you I’ve become entranced

just think what would happen
if I kissed you
if I touched you
but if you let me   love

dream with you in the flesh
I’d forget my promise to you
for  when embracing so fondly
what would an idol of rhyme matter

yes  I promised you
a statue in verse but
kisses and laughter and dream
that sings in the flesh are art as well

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014