1. First Sight
the pub window, stucco'd glass
catchesthestreetlightand
SHATTERS IT
into polychromatic crystaline fragments
stray shot, indigo
glances off a niche
of chiseled cheekbone, short unruly curls
six-day scruff on jagged jaw
perched
with one heel hooked on the bottom rung of the barstool
2. Another Morning After
It's 10 am--
A memory so fixed impermanently in my
mind(grog
gily meandering foremost in scraps)of your love
in its changingest fathom
bequeathed in whimsical
silence
to languish, lulling sleep
to wake, wanting more
3. Blue Ridge Sunset
october crisp feeling
your face lies nestled among redyellow leaves
the brisk wind voice yours and your eyes
gazing kindly my eyes with dusk's purple rays.
it is your musk which settles on me
in the smell of cloves and apple cider.
4. Joyful Communion
I celebrate you(warm tri-
umphant tingling)with ev'ry sin-
ew of my being! blessed spirit i
(rising with both feet to graspthe quest)
Celebrate
you(who are not afraid to fa
l
l
fr
om)
grace-
full striding confident(-ially dis-
crete strong will, asserting nothing
so much in word as in Being) i celebrate
You (touch tender, taste salty, keen sen-
ses of life) as i celebrate
Myself
5. On the Edge
ebonied feet, long undextrous fingers
victorian-tabbed, french-cuffed shirt
tabby red-aqua eyes and liquid
cynic-twist lips
bony broad shoulder, antelope legs
cream-linen skin sharp nose sudden-
pointed chin and BLACK
black wild, black long, black irish curls--
a black fringe of hair, eyebrows, eyelashes
inviting me to touch you again
6. Goodbye
I'm drowning in a blue ocean
made from your eyes and my mood;
if there is a world beyond this gateway
I am unaware.
Is this an end or a beginning? I
cannot read the answer in your
quirky smile,
your ironic nod,
your owlish stare.
I could abide this last goodbye
were you less perfectly framed
by the flight door--
lithe limbs and a too-studied nonchalance
well-suited to the spartan exit.
A literary disembowelment is all I can manage;
Would that I could paint.
-- TLPatten, 1987-2002.