Water & wind

the tender truth
I glimpse in the mirror

do you perceive it on my skin?

this truth of silver water and wind
that reflects the transparent intimacy
of the fine mantle of mortality
of our bodies
of our steps
of our voices

the temporal tenderness
of this body
my body your body
the bodies in which we have come
dressed for this gala

a gala under the sky
under varied constellations
ready to dance the flight
of the maritime birds

we emulate the firm pulse
of the salty tides

we disguise ourselves as conch shells
to discover
the inner secret of circle
as it displaces the void

our tongues pronounce
free scribbles from the soul

and we keep practicing the steps of the infinite
with the most subtle motions of the spine

--perhaps tomorrow when the sun rises
we will be even more naked
before the very nakedness
of the seawater that gives us life
before the silken and sharp mortal reality
of our bodies
of my body that shelters you
of our steps
of my steps that accompany you
of our voices
of my voice that calls you
of our voices
intertwined

--perhaps we will be even more
trasparent like the wind over the sea
like the flower
that releases its most precious essence
before surrendering to the infinite

--perhaps we will be even more infinite
before the diaphanous truth
of the sunlight that gives us life
in this dwelling the earth
not ours
but that takes us in
and clothes us for a time
in these bodies
sensual and open to loving

© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman

Just once

for a. z.

you kissed me just once
it was enough
as though to say
in this life
this precious one
here is everything
summed up in an instant
fleeting and forever
how I feel about you
about living
about this night
under bare sheltering tree limbs
and a witnessing night sky
who I am, none of which I own,
and who I am, bright, leaning close
to all that is most precious
love

Jesus last night

last night I invited Jesus into my bed
the one of flesh and blood
the one of spirit
a son of divine birth

he was a generous companion
his slender body pressed up against mine
I could feel his desire pulse
the curls of his long hair tumbling across my breast

his smell of eastern jasmine and musk
quickened on my breath
and I thought to myself:

"This is the kind of personal savior I need!"

as I opened
he welled up within me
washing away my troubles
he held me close
whispering revolutionary songs
of love and humanity in my ear
yeah the kind that got him into trouble
back in the day--

And with daybreak almost ready to burst,
I fell asleep in his arms.

© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman

Light And Shadow

Where ever you go
you find light and shadow
kissing, light and shadow
these ancient lovers
were with Adam and Eve
in the Garden of Eden
where they walked about
unnoticed
before the serpent
behind the trees
between blades of grass
unnoticed
they swayed in the rushes
back then they didn't exist
as far as anyone was concerned
since duality and paradox
was unheard of, back then
these two existed
only in their kiss and for their kiss
that place where difference is indiscernable
and later when Adam and Eve
angered God
and were thrown out of Paradise
light and shadow weren't, no,
just as before
just as after
now they exist just the same
inside and out of Paradise.