19 – At the Buddha Bar
My fantasies were made real by you, my precious sister.
Spirits like you – by knowing you, touching you… breath was breathed into the dust and the dream got up and walked…
Buddha Bar – I lived in this place in a beautiful green garden on the edge of a river delta on the edge of a desert. The edge of nowhere. The sand was for ever. The sky was forever. Love forever stars forever endless and unbounded ecstacy of the spirit watching you everyday run in the dunes or wash your serpentine body in the river…
..like watching the other you do that slow lazy dance. In a smoke filled cigar lounge on the edge of the ocean. Sandy hot beach on one side and endless ocean forever like your expression of your love for me, so langiud and sultry as a violin… and just touching you….
…and after dinner as I play my guitar as I play your body. Listen to you sing till your heart breaks… es una historia do amor… and I watch your Spanish dancers feet thru the green leather boots, dance the pattern that plays the guitar…I have no control…you drive me… beyond my control…
..those swaying hips churn and grind without effort. Speak of ancient millenia past and passed. Those hips whisper all the seduction that women have told men since, well, since Eve. They taunt, invite, challenge, whisper, beckon, cajole, beg, demand…surrender. Utterly.
..lead me away from the city of my mind, thru the bazaars, and coffee shops, down some winding lane and into a place called you. In this secret garden behind the walls, to listen to you offer up your song of joy, as you dance the dance of Kali…
..and out here on the edge of the forest in the cold morning air, the mist still rising from the river, I listen to your breathing in my air. I don’t want to turn and look at you. I am afraid that you will not be there for my eyes. Ridiculous I know, with our physical entanglement as it is – how could you ever get away…
..your turn to play the guitar, Conchita…you sing and I will dance for you – and – seduce you…I have waited all my life for this. For You. If I have to, I can wait all eternity. I have no choice. For, simply Dona Conchita, I love you.
..on the table, on the floor on the wall in the bath at the carnival in the kitchen on the back of the car in the restaurant toilet on the beach in your office in the park in the ocean in the traffic… anywhere… anywhere so long as it is with you…only.
Like Led Zeppelin All Over Again – Hangman, hangman hold it a little while / I think I see my brothers coming… ride a million miles
Dust Dreams::
The Sleeper slept
And dreamed that the dust got up and walked
But when the Sleeper awoke
No one told the dust
My lungs taste the air of time
Blown past falling sand…
The day the flesh shapes and the flesh the day shapes
Any road followed to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little to test that it is a mountain, for from the top of the mountain – you cannot see the mountain.
The whole theory of warfare is calculated risk. And so it is some times in our interactions with other people. Business makes progress. Fortune passes every where.
“All to fate: a weight of pains and dollars.
Their spirits wear our silver collars.
Each a dot of time without pretense or guile
With them passes the lure of fortune…
Why should we wait only for
Our times end on its rictus smile
For us too, to pass the lure of fortune?”
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old…”
I have made up two new words.
“SE” – which will replace the words he and she
“HIR” – which will replace his and her
Thus I have eliminated the problems others so often face in attempting to describe a matter with out gender insinuation or the use of words such as ‘one’ or ‘they’ or ‘you’.
