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Mad Love

Madness.
This is what you want.
This is what you hope for
crave
desire.
This is what you’ve never had.
You want love to mean necessity
no matter what.
You want love to mean
whatever it takes.
You want love
to be waiting up for you
longing for you
searching for you
carving out a place for you
dying for a moment with you—
sometimes you want love to say
just a minute
to everything but you—
You,
who would give life and limb
to hold such passion in your arms—
to breathe it
swallow it
become it—
this is what you want
on a night like this
when everything you have to give
is contained inside you
boiling
steaming
waiting to be wanted
and consumed—
all of it going
to such terrible waste.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-1-17

 

“Lady of Shalott” John William Waterhouse, 1888

First Encounter

Funny
how the mind
finds as much
excitement
in memory
as it does
in the infinite hope
of daydreams—

thrilling
as it is
to imagine
what’s to come,
what encounters
we have
to look
forward to—

it’s the
memory
of my navel
becoming
a cup
for your pleasure
that makes me
smile and pause—

and I stop
whatever it is
that needs
to be done
so I can slip
beneath you
once again
when I close my eyes.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-9-17

Duane Michals, 1969 “The Young Girl’s Dream”

Little Earthquakes

Love
has no power
in the night
when your need
for him becomes
a tremor
you cannot calm—
and throughout
the dark hours
little earthquakes
disrupt your sleep
even though
he’s professed to you
an equal depth
of feeling—
but there is no magic
that can turn
your body into hers
when she wakes up
in the circle
of his arms.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-25-17

Photo by Deanna Morae

 

In the Library 

 

In the library
I stand between
books stacked in
alphabetical order
to peek at the
picture of you
that traveled up
to a satellite
and then back down
to land in my pocket
near the center
of my gravity
which seems to be
weakened by
your grin and
state of undress
which causes me
to smile and burn
because you are
standing there
so easy to read.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-7-17

No Immunity

Before you undressed
for the first time
in front of the man
you would marry
you believed that whatever
happened next
in that bed before you
would be the final quenching
of your lascivious thirst—
that his skin touching your skin
would drench you
in immunity from this new
and unexpected wish
to let another body
touch and enter yours
in an act that might surpass
what you had been mistaking
for over a decade
as your highest possible bliss.

 

 

DeMaris
1-5-17

Painting by Salvador Dali, 1935, “Archaeological Reminiscence of Millet’s Angelus”