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
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lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009
domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009
Every particle of night
every particle of night is bone dry
the stars outside
for surely there are stars
are obscured by the electric glow of the city
the absence of sun is unbearable
like a flower without a field
no one answers the phone
and the rest have no phone
for they have no voice
their ashes fill my house
here in the darkness my voice
reaches out in solitude
towards a strangely absent god
and what is god
if I pretend does he or she appear
and where
an image a feeling a sense of relief?
the only water that quenches
this ache is a rain of tears
and ever so briefly
but long enough to go on--
in the kitchen sink a chartreuse orchid
has given itself to pushing out fresh leaves.
© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman
the stars outside
for surely there are stars
are obscured by the electric glow of the city
the absence of sun is unbearable
like a flower without a field
no one answers the phone
and the rest have no phone
for they have no voice
their ashes fill my house
here in the darkness my voice
reaches out in solitude
towards a strangely absent god
and what is god
if I pretend does he or she appear
and where
an image a feeling a sense of relief?
the only water that quenches
this ache is a rain of tears
and ever so briefly
but long enough to go on--
in the kitchen sink a chartreuse orchid
has given itself to pushing out fresh leaves.
© 2009 Lorena Lobita Wolfman
lunes, 3 de agosto de 2009
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.
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.
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