Smooch

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The Kiss. Gustav Klimt. 1907-08.

I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~ e. e. cummings

Weimaraner

20161017_104925One day.
You and Me.
In the Mountains.
Leashless.
Running like crazies through the bush.
Chasing squirrels.
Dodging grizzlies.
Barking up the wrong trees.
Barreling through swamps.
Rolling in sludge.
Jumping off ledges.
Scratching each other’s backs.
Gnawing on bones.
Howling at the moon.
Disregarding our master’s call.
You feel us?
I do.

Arrest

Artist: Fernando Vicente.
Artist: Fernando Vicente.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

~ Derek Walcott