Pan y Siringa, cuadro de François Boucher , 'Fremitus', poema por mí

fremitus solsticio

mummery 

revelry 

frenzy zest

blessed with 

the mask's 

smooth delve

stolen diogenes lamp 

doggerel scamp the

cave as womb looms 

balance stoning me 

for loving all the

the daughters of babylon

and the demons of water

breaking glass

my caught dives 

chum blood 

with shards

of the Sun's reach 

wings,shorn with want

burn the most hearts

when Winter comes

when moored

with cut rust 

to lose me 

to loosen me

one molecule 

one broken orbit

at a time 

feeds my cast nets

my lancelet gravities 

laced in hidden dust 

in iris fields

opening 

in hooded 

midnights calling

crouched curled seeds

vine thin divides

inside a patient choice, 

inside what every eye 

blind with held tinder 

twined,knows

turns, slows

when love is as 

impermanent

as the feel 

of my voice

against 

any part

of you

vibratory claim

what compels

what hands

the flying wax 

to ash

brigade from

paraded

charade of fates

from free wills

in freezing rain

to rut crawls

gnawing

the finger

gripped edges

of another oblivion

I spill

 tip my cup

towards

another

potential  

tightening

releasing

breathing

expanding

accordian dancing

my slow tides 

til Spring 

to

reticle

the

music

piped

madness

gifting

gladness

under

pine

boughs

beneath

warm

roan 

roam

smolt  

 glow

ghosts 

coal

 trails  

 wear

 golds

veins 

each 

succussatory

curve

each

wing

waiting

to 

melt

again

(c) EJR