Have Coffee Will Write
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by Jeff Hess My Gift diamond light and angel figured Bell-song clear with spring scent rain. Enter in silence on ocean waves All salt taste and primal flux. My Present ephemeral fixed Flow from before through after and after. Fingers cover the first Touch of certain ecstasy. My Muse questions questions but questions not Screams nor laments reality. Pointing and hiding behind darkness layers Quests terrible and divine. My Genius humbles delight and arrogance Soft breasts and smooth belly warm. Hurts healed by passioned whispers Harms soothed in embraces candlelit. My Reward can I merit? Unfaithful liar and licentious tom. David and Uriah and Bathsheba and the uncircumcised child. Repentance must demand balanced restored. My gift, my Present, my Muse, my Genius, my Reward Who am I to you? What have I given all To seed my own despair? My offering I must raise Not to have this Gift taken. Your heart first and last Let us drink tu and two; to and too. Selah. Copyright Jeffrey A. Hess, 2002 |
