MY FIRST-LIGHT LOVER

And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is alive with musical vibrations
& lyrical laughter. He draws me past
the night’s cruel maze of darknesses.

His eyes are the color of Cool Gray
His skin is burnished like fine brass.
His voice is harbinger of a new moon.
His smile melts ice-stars; to shed tears.

And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

Waiting…
my feet grow stong like roots & my
legs are hidden by Birds Of Paradise.
He never understands how long I wait;
his days are my endless months, years.
His job is to sprinkle gold-dust on those
with dead-fish eyes, so they can glisten.

My first-light lover
cleverly stole Cupid’s quiver of arrows.
In stealth, he has become the King of Hearts.

And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is there in black-obelisk night.
In inhalation & exhalation at noon.
He is there as day disrobes, donning
musty-dusk. He is there as fire flies
seduce sultry, summer eves.  He is there…

at first-light.

 

Alice Parris

 

 

 
 

DRAGONFLY LOVE

A season
of violent gasping.

The freedom of flight.

The dragonfly’s lifespan
is but brief.

Love, in our times,

is like a dragonfly;
fast, furious and wild.

The ruby eyes of the dragonfly

see only its fleeting passion,
its wings of teal.

The morrow unmourned.
 

 

Alice Parris

 

RIVER’S EDGE

What shall I say to

the child of my womb?

Shall I tell him that

I cannot run with him

along river’s edge, or

count with him the petals

of an upturned flower?

 

Shall I tell him that I

shall never throw a

baseball his way or

cheer him on to victory?

 

Shall I tell him

that my spirit shall

hover near the river’s edge

while he runs into the

brightness of the sun?

Shall I tell him that I shall

watch from far away for

my image in his child-tears?

 

Alice Parris

SILENCE SPOKE

 

SILENCE SPOKE

Now, is this great love
of yours spotted in imperfection.
 
Self-interest trumps the
declaration of your undying love.
 
Love was slashed in the ledger

This rose of yours bore thorns;
bleeding hands dripping rivulets…
 
Silence spoke. That which remained
unsaid was greater than that which spoke.

Sometimes, you can never go back…
I was bathed in great joy for one day.

Alice Parris

Photography by Anna Donovan-poet 

 

PULSE STORM

 

The underbelly of caterpillars
yields food for thought. The veins
of leaves became the swelling tendrils
of my ancestors, secured by moisture.

Lightning striking blows of blackened
sorrow. Thunder claps streaking across
orange & purple skies, swollen seas.

Mighty trees felled; throbbing fibers
left aching in the wake of pulse storm.

You came back into my life, pulse storm,
uprooting memories hidden in forests.
Branches sealed by tender touches had
been torn, cast to the ground.

Fushia optics, scarlet-reddened,
invigorated, awakened synapses travel
through time tunnels bringing me here

and now, facing yet another encounter
with the alpha-force of mighty pulse storm.

 

Alice Parris

photography by Paul Thomsen

Concept of title, “Pulse Storm” by Stony River-AU

 

ADONIS IMMORTAL

                An
                Ancient
                Carving;
                Cushite
                King
                With
                Full
                Lips
                And
                Dove
                Eyes.
                Majestic
                Male
                Beauty
                Carved
                In
                Eternal
                Ebony.

               Alice Parris

YOU LOST ME

                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

You lost me  Somewhere   Between   Meandering Lines…   Between Silences, Omissions, Compromises, You lost me.    Alice Parris

TWINFLAME REUNION

TWINFLAME REUNION

 TWINFLAME REUNION

I have come out of my shadowland,

for you.

I have stayed upon this barren earth,

for you.

I have cried myself to sleep cold nights,

for you.

I have broken iron chains upon my heart,

for you.

I have denied lingering kindred love,

for you.

I have jumped off of countless clouds,

for you.

I have walked along the ledges of time, 

for you.

I have written hundreds of love poems

for you.

I have birthed the song of heart’s desire,

for you.

I have re-ignited my twinflame fire,

for you.

Let us, therefore, burn brightly twinflame;

God awaits.

Alice Parris

I have come out of my shadowland,

for you.

I have stayed upon this barren earth,

for you.

I have cried myself to sleep cold nights,

for you.

I have broken iron chains upon my heart,

for you.

I have denied lingering kindred love,

for you.

I have jumped off of countless clouds,

for you.

I have walked along the ledges of time, 

for you.

I have written hundreds of love poems

for you.

I have birthed the song of heart’s desire,

for you.

I have re-ignited my twinflame fire,

for you.

Let us, therefore, burn brightly twinflame;

God awaits.

Alice Parris

LOVE HAS A FICKLE HEART

LOVE HAS A FICKLE HEART

Like all temporal things,
love can be fleeting…
Prepare for love, live within love,
let love linger…

Never throw love away.
It will be many days before
love will search for you again.
Always be the one who gives.

You will never become
bankrupt by giving: the more
you give love, the more you will
glean; if not this time, than the next.

If you are not ready for love,
say so. Do not waste another’s heart.
Do not be the dealer of heartbreak.
This is but a fool’s bet…

Some will find soulmates, some
will not. Do the best you can with
the hand that you have been dealt. 
Do not grieve for love;

love will not grieve for you.
Do not waste years in pursuit of
love. Love will tap on your shoulder
when you are looking away…

If there is no love within your
heart, then show kindness, which
will never be lost: that which we
give away will live forever.

Man’s love has a fickle heart.

 
Alice Parris

RUMINATION UPON LAST NIGHT’S SEDUCTION

Last night, your heated breath stilled my moving neck, caressed my ear lobes with your masculine exhalation. You stroked me with your powerful, rough

hands.  Your male phermones wafted through the air paralyzing me. Your eyes reflected only me. It was then, that I could succumb to your feverish seduction.

I pledged my heart and body to you, again. I lay down and opened up like a Spring flower in full bloom. My nectar; a profuse, succulent-delicacy.  I merged

with you, mesmerized.  We both orgasmically jerked until satiated and again aware of our surroundings. When we unlocked from our primordal grip, we

broke bread and shared intimate moments; leisure’s gift of oneness. When I awoke, you were ruinously busy; working working, working.  No lingering sighs

or remembrance of last night’s coupling. Do you not know me by now?  I never

stay conquered. I live in an ether-world.  I shake off your overshadowing of me like a freshly-laid hen fluffing her feathers. I cannot be your second thought. 

 I will be first or none at all. These are my terms of engagement. Carnal love is a weak, jaded master. It will be some time before you are invited to seduce me

again,

inhale the earthy-heaven between my parted legs: my legendary, chalice-citadel.

Alice Parris