*have patience. it looks long, but it's a fast tumble of words. enjoy.*


festival


we escape to the town park
gemmed with grass
three dimensional
trees upright in bloom in sun.
roses
ladies hats of the green.

we sit carefully
squandering the crowds and watch
a man, leather armed
his bird, fetching mice of women.
it’s safe to know
falcons work best,
young owls will prepare
lengthy sanctuary
in cedar bough churches.

then,
the tossers
of cabers prepared
lengthy strength
searching for twelve o’clock.

we sit in the grass
and tend to your feet.
i kiss your neck
a sundial
in the sudden summer, leaving
lazily after
awhile after
the owl did not descend.

in the town
there was a posse
of tight balloons chasing
inflatable hammers past
the mechanical bull.
its nose indicated
by hot dog smells.

we walk slowly

treading past people
in different momentum
and stop
for a lonely guitar rip
before an unconvinced square.
so
stalls
capture attention
in silver.

you take me to a friends
to appreciate unnoticed art
time ascending
in the pub
close around
with our crowd talking
in the dank cling heat
before escaping

to the town park
all dark, trees bending
abstractly
black shadows
bent torsos.
in a glint twirling
circling lights punctuated
by bass, voices,
cries
delightful.
We each take a toke
of talk
pass it along faded arms, talk
inspecting the borders
of personal space
for a place to piss. lavish
have an open canned
laugh in
the shadow
of light dancing voices.

muted recognized tunes.

the lighter is a bonfire
for us
in our circle
of pitch pine needles,
where I’m half instead of twice
my age.

i’m twice instead of half
the man
in the dark town park.

we get the buzz of rides
over our right shoulders,
the neon beacons telling.
I want 3 g’s as we
loom the circle, double spin
twirl,
3 g----4 G’S
neck….collapsing
face….immortalized.

you amaze
at my spinning prowess
my preying mantis
monk fingered
centering. i want to be an astronaut.

i settle,
i lead the roller coaster charge
both protecting you
and a boy whose thoughts were lost
unreachable
by time
by force
by birthdays.

i look into the wind
determining
the path of the car
quickly
to its sudden halt.
and all through the crowd
i follow you close, smiling
the bake of the night on you, smiling
the heat, smiling
i’m smiling at

your unexpected back.


we pursue myths of childhood
to the circus entrance,
siren led
by intent almost insane music,
gathering tickets at a side glance.

fifth generation circus
sold me popcorn
proceeded directly to the ring
to wait on camels,
black freisian horses,
wetted blue light
graceful crow colored
circling.

we notice
the animals in depth.
while humans
while talented
posed.

the elephant
made you sad.
big elephant
(played in the sawdust)
(limboed a neon arch)
who was the grey of an african song
who was the largest of circus elephants

who was alone.

the solitude
of that huge mortal individual
collected closely
in eyes
slightly larger than yours.
the meat of the animal
and psyche
dependant on humans.

we forget place

when loud manned
motorcycle motors
reverberate us
out of the circus malaise
and spin in a ball
the size of our hearts.
the clowns and cast sing.

i feel mars
close by
and i think
i’m influencing your venus.


he: let’s get married in this town
and come to the circus next year.
she: let’s. and we’ll make this
timeless continuous
festival.































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thank you,,,,I had a wonderful day at the festival

A delightful way to spend a day! Beautiful, Cu. Luck and Love to you and your Lady Fair!

Cheers Mate.

I tried to write a poem, but my words were .... not enough.

Good luck, friend.

Noela.

thank you all so much. it's getting so close now...!!

*Hides behind Castle tree armed with bags full of rice and flowers and anticipation.....jumps up and down excitedly on tippy toes*

Hey Curoi, I tink we need to hold a hooley right here at Tir, seein' that some of us can't come peer over the castle walls at yez in yer finery!! Whaddya reckon nOggers?...let's set a date for the 'brations....a get together anywhere between 31st and 1st...bring your impliments of pleasure and a bolly of yer favourite tipple...

sounds fun.

i would be absolutely honoured if you did that for me. even the mention of it, the mere idea is a great honour.

thank you, silk.

me collecting photographs

your shadow stumbled
you standing skyward
feet soles tempured by the sand
of silver strand.

your experience with rock pools
you climbing carefully
a ragged escape of silica held sand
the softness of your soles silent
but for what
rock and stone
can tell.

me collecting photographs
of miniature desert landscapes
on beach and rock gash
making puddles into lakes.

icon


the dominion
of her eyes

(no deer more wide-eyed)

is increased
(always)
by the subtlety
of her smile.

***

that kiss,
silver and tin minerals in mountains
a crystal of sea drop.

***

face, hair-framed,
some master's idea in flesh
eyes painted blue.

even lips were
a cunning brush.

******************WARNING*************************

if you are in any way easily embarrassed or offended, please do not read this next poem. it has very sexual overtones. it's not extremely graphic, neccassarily, but it insinuates....


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first night


body rise
kissing gut, lifting
‘cause he

knowing she lay
feeling how she lay
‘cause he

touching cheek impressions
stubble poking thrusting feeling
‘cause he

hand palm brushing nipple
left palm tracing rib
‘cause he

neck nosing breathing down
lifting hair, nosing
‘cause he

mouth kiss mouse gasp holding
reach around lifting butt
‘cause he

find her legs
lead astride with thighs
‘cause he

light spreading parting
around inside becoming
‘cause he

foot contact balancing
lifting forward downward
‘cause he

thrust soft inweave
bellies feeling buttons
‘cause he

body sliding thigh cushioned
eject project becoming
‘cause he

clinging looming neck
praising lifting pelvis
‘cause he

eyes looking pouring
skinfall silk soft under
‘cause he

trysting sweat laced
weaving breathing
‘cause he

deep rubbing roof
hair met, hugging
‘cause he

rapidly shortly amplified inside
timing with lifting
‘cause he
was husband.

Sssmoldering Sssheets, Cu! You write a darn good scene! *wipes ssssweat from brow*

thank you, silk. can you believe solas doesn't mind me reading that in front of people? what a woman!!

but, she understands who and what i am and would never try and change that. and i have to say, i'd be a colossal fool to try to change her.

Ahh Curoi, you sound a good man who has found a good woman!

Kahlil Gibran (The great Lebanese poet and philosopher) said something once which reinforces your thoughts somewhat...*smiles*. Read his words on marriage in "The Prophet",... if you haven't already! They are captivating yet simple.

You two are gonna be a pair of winners from the feel of what you say. Think wisely with your head and love totally with your heart!

we had khalil gibran read as our reflection piece during the ceremony. great minds... thank you so much for all your well wishes.