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Poetry and Music

Sunday, March 31

Kissed Thus

Before the big bad world swallows you up and
i must release the promise of you from my arms
i would say this to you:

beautiful man;
happy man,
smiling man: a scintillation
amidst today's
sunshine-over-mountains,
with trumpeting jazz
wavering with this welcome heat
that is half-joy:
Joy which warms my bones.
But brass blazing zeniths
cannot describe
these elations
where hope is overcome and
despair
turns outward
rather than inward, and
the serpent
gnawing at the World Tree's foot
is searched over
for its most brilliant of scales
for curious lovers to study.

Repose is rustic here
as romance aspires
to its solitude's aesthetic, and
one begs dreams ,
the loneliest of dreams,
to become real after all.

Beautiful one;
happy one,
smiling bright as today's
sunshine-over-mountains and
the half sleepy morning jazz
marrying airs from long ago
to those of now,
here,
'...."...if music be the food of love, play on..."...'

For life is
to spend years
kissed thus.

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