Love's Procession

Love’s Procession

They make love in cobblestone alleyways

of foreign roads,

Travel unknown lands-
Cavalcade of forbidden love-

Waited a lifetime

f

or this.

Soft clam sands of Portugal-

Crested over the Charles Bridge arching over the pristine jade

Vitava River,

Watch the old town’s astronomical clock
Strike 3 Am,

Under constellations’

like crystals.

The Serengeti grasses

goldenrod yellow-

Up to her thighs-
He chases,

Steals a kiss-

without her allowance;

this small crime, committed-

Under the smoldering paprika sun of South Africa.

Lust like glimmering sparklers on New Years Eve,

held over flutes of bubbly champagne-

In bistro bathrooms after ordering lattes,

they blurr like steam-

They get lost for hours

in the tall stacks of books, labyrinths of tall shelves
Dusty bookstores-

They lose their sanity in.

Only to find it again-

On the vineyard hills under red grape moons~

They-

Write under fruit trees,

Clementine-

Persimmons,
Tangerines,

Passion fruit

Kiwi vines

Lemon trees-

Split their minds open,

halved like wild fruits'with pocket knife-

ready to be eaten;

Confusions' acrid pungence-

perfumes the air

She rests herself between his arms on small skinny boats

through Venice’s canal's of

soft sap green-

Falls asleep on his collarbone

for a moment.

He puzzles over her expressions,

tries to read where she went to-

read if she's faithful?

They dance in the streets under the flickering yolky street lamps
of foreign places,

live music sung in other tongues

carrying them down the streets,

as they laugh and dance

after they've had a few too many drinks~

She

Watches him sleep for hours.

Kisses his eyes-
Afterwards,

In an act of pink lipped catharsis

wondering where his mind goes-
When his eyes are faithfully shut

What a cacophony of noise that stirs
in minds muddied with loving clouds of austerity-

jealousy is the symptom of true love watched-

of true love touched-

this bittersweet balance of absolute delicacy,
Housed in this caravan of souls.