Those Stuporous Moments

I long for those stuporous moments
on that neutral ground
between the ways and means
when my fools cap is the perfect camouflage
and I'm impervious to scrutiny

I try to be obscure and oblique
then you walk across the street
and even the slickest devil can't hide his need
when your beauty surpasses what he would imagine

Somewhere In The Library

It is there somewhere
the thing that I forgot
that piece of information
that mattered then
just like the time you thought
you could depend on me
to scatter the uglies
and let you rest en dishabille

and then again
you asked the meaning
of something you already knew
just to tempt my veracity
I had to tell a lie
just to tempt yours
and hope that you would throw the covers
and set temptation free

Electric Gyre

I can't understand the reason
for your concentric circuitry
here today and here tomorrow
all the while nothing passing
but a steady current of self reflection

I was the tune that you played
with faultless precision
a predator's call in the voodoo hour
caged rooster just out of reach
of the prescient fang

We've all had a taste of what might be
and that is why we bite again
hunger is just a reminder of why
you have always been just out of my reach
just beyond the meaning of my need

santora erroneous

Have I need of feigned obscurity
when to translate me is no harder than pulling a tick
the blood that bubbles is not mine
but the slack skin is a sure sign of my indifference
one bite is as good as another
holding on is what matters
isn't it pure hell when the itch
is just out of your reach

Listener

What does my meaning matter
when it's not what you are hearing
talk a blue streak to the wind
and the words are lost in the distance
It doesn't matter what I should have said
the difference between that and what you heard
is the same as what you already knew

Wherever You May Dance Tonight

Surely the void has become my identity
you left no tracks
and I have no saints to pray to
I wander from book to book
and pretend that there is a destination
but all I can do is turn the pages

At least my memory is elastic
though stretched to straining
it can still taste your smile
my soul was always bathed by your smile
it didn't matter if it was for me
only that it was from you

The universe forever changes
and so I guess do we
but I like to think of you
as someone that I once held so tight
who might pause if only for a moment to think of me
wherever you may dance tonight

Voice

I read your voice
and close my eyes to listen
that is when I see you
thinking the next line

You pause and I watch your hands
as you smooth your skirt-sides
your knees give way
and the folds return

My knees give way to my desires
you'd smile at my predicament
and offer the all of who you are
only if I would take the time to know

My imaginings have brought us here
yet in this space that we inhabit
only I am a pretend entity
you are as real as the voice I read
when I close my eyes