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Meteor Shower; A New Poem

Meteor Shower

We momentarily
Scarred the face of the firmament

Constellations that collided

Shot down from the sky

Meteors plummet to earth
Yearn impact
Scatter and become everything
Even the air we breathe
Becoming breath

Exhalation showers

Particle chaos

No paint upon our fingers

Feeling each other’s smooth skin

Until entangled lovers

Splayed bodies
Like paint brushes
Upon taunt bed sheets

Depicting murals of madness in motion

We descended into the seas

Of our bodies
Discovered the lost city of Atlantis

Walked hand in hand
Down her alustruous isles

Until illumination grew wings

Half angels Half animals

We ascended unstained sheets
Born again as the children we are

Shared music in headphones
Split
Like high school best friends

The necklace around my neck
Pulled to a point
By a silver cross
Rubbed back and forth
Across your face
And nose
And mouth

As we danced
Shooting stars

God did not come between us

Rather
Distilled
All that was us
Into spirits
Drunk

On the ecstasies of enlightenment

Having finally found formlessness

Descent in dance
Rain on water

Singularity
Without separateness

Despite your having left me

My fantasy still fantasy

Unpainted

Tavius Dyer 1/30/11

“You”; a poem.

You

You were an opening
that knows
no end

(blown glass rose
heated

blossoms
endlessly).

Love is Truth

fluid,

free from form

defying
containment,

just as these words
rise from their sacrafice

born again

in you.

Tavius Dyer 1/25/11

I awoke to Goddess touch as gaze through iris aperture revealed nebula birthing stars that reflected my silhouette in the apex of your eyes. My pupils dilated, seemingly drunk on spirits, cosmos having finally aligned, you exposed yourself in conversations that danced in the stillness that surrounds echoing mine as our soul voices climbed in the cathedral of our hearts like Gregorian chants.

There was no match to light the explosive independence of our fire. We burned beyond time, constellations fallen from the sky to walk on water. We fed each other grapes without wrath as Michelangelo's brush strokes upon the underbelly of the Sistine Chapel envied the art of our oneness.

You wanted to write so I dipped my pen in your ink and we wrote worlds into existence with each movement in the moment. My jaw aligned your pelvis with each rock and roll our minds and bodies lost dualism. All this coexists well beyond the sights and sounds of the symbolic. Words are containers like bodies whose physics we aptly defied though languages we discovered as we wrote without words.

Our touch told all there was to know about love.

We emptied into the sea, an alluvial fan, silt shimmering endlessly in the light of love cast beyond the shadows of doubt to expose our true naked beauties united in the dance of moon’s gravity on the tides ebb and flow our earthenwares stripped beneath the awe of ecstasy as each moment between us caught fire, our breath became flame that did not burn or extinguish but provided light into our lives, becoming our truth. These moments between us diversified the palette of our soul's mind, painted our bodies in hues not so subtle, yet to be discovered upon the canvas of bed linens, burst as brilliance beyond brilliance, triangulated as sanity and insanity ascend to meet at the apex of compassion.

My heart shaped pendulum swings from the melting Dali clock of my mind as I listened to the madness I made music slurring syllables into soliloquies, a break from the intensity of seeing your words become the voice in my head.

I still want to undress your mind with my touch, empty words into our bodies, slowly entangle ourselves into the fire of The Moment, burn until we bloom beyond this world, release the cosmos contained within and return to The Big Bang As One.

Your soul became the water of life I drank flowing from off your body.

I found the still point of existence in your arms I found God.

Tavius Dyer 1/16/11

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