The analytical lover

The analytical lover

This screen

that separates us,

what does it consist of?

How does it prevent me

from taking in your words

and fit them in my mouth?

How does it stop me

from holding the joyous surges

of your body

in my own?

This screen

that separates us,

how does it work its division?

How does it catch your thoughts

and strain through to me

so little of what you think?

I see you move

behind the screen,

and I yearn

to put my hand in yours.

I hear the cadence of your voice,

the timbre of your words,

the lilt of your speech;

but most of you

is screened out.

De Waal Venter

Mystifying

Image: Orlando Oct 2010 full moon taken by Roland Pozo

“For the sake of a single poem, 
you must see many cities, 
many people and things, 
you must understand animals, 
must feel how birds fly, 
and know the gesture which small flowers 
make when they open in the morning.”

—	Rainer Maria Rilke,

Your moon fills my sky

Your moon fills my sky.
Pale light filters
A soft wash
Over memories muted colors.
A night jar whispers
Its gentle call to the past
As the silk of your skin
Beneath my fingers
Lights fire.

Peter Hollard