my blog is considering forgiving me

oh dear. a year has passed since i held this page.

as i slip in quietly between the sheets of "new post" and "publish now", firefly lies still, showing me its naked back, pretending to be asleep.

but i know how to push its buttons. i know where it likes to be touched.

there is a way to be felt. a way much truer than explanations.

longing is fair. sadness just is. but resignation, we don't do around here.

right baby?

shhh. okay. we'll talk in the morning.

but i can already feel you considering forgiving me...

risk enchantment

I see a similarity
between the Laughing Woman
and myself.
I have heard the sound of summer
in the rain.
I have seen girls on board walks
have complicated sensations.
I understand their hesitations.
I am a gatherer of fruit.
I have seen how kisses
cause euphoria.
I have risked enchantment.
I have seen the Virgin
in an appletree at Chartres
And Saint Joan burn
at the Bella Union.
I have seen giraffes in junglejims
their necks like love
wound around the iron circumstances
of the world.

from Autobiography by Lawrence Ferlinghetti