Ehvair

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Green field of thread .............
curved...........mottled..........desire
adept
stitching thought.........unraveling confusion............the persistent
overcast
dampens
garment clings..............wet.....mounds
abide
fluster
hold into the lost
settle drizzle among blades.....pressing..........absorbing
the water of the forgotten.....still on the lips...the cloak
of boundary....holding him only.........Kukaline..........to you

we...........

....................................are unconsummated

................safe....wise....apart

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The Beginnings of Frost

In the start

of the voluptuous cumulus

moonrise

as if chemically

enhanced

with silver

or gelatin

recollection fires

in clusters

from family outings

in the transitional

seasons

of dry

cold

outcroppings

on the steep shoulders

of the Temblor Range

over the alternating

slopes

of chamise

and crippled oak

of still air

after weak storms

before the fog forms

in coastal

valley towns

how temperature

and moisture

alter scents

of smoke

decomposition

and clothing

…

Driving the lights

into the fields

of the university

showing the taste

of a brief shower

a few degrees

above freezing

there is an instant

of glow

over the inland mountain

from distant lightning

then the brisk walk

through feminine

night-youth

to the class

and here

sitting by

the crescent moons

faintly reflecting

the girls

of his childhood

in their remnants

of Mexico

the Philippines

Portugal

and Ireland

with their hip

adaptations

Creole

opens her cupid’s

lips

to speak

of works

and strategies

while

the nonverbal

minds

find nests

of honey

to reach into

having learned

the ways of bees

and how

they let you

take their waxy combs

without stinging

if only you don’t betray

your fear

…

Asleep

holding the waist

of love

and care

sympathy

and concern

bodily

acceptance

freely given

lust

has become

irrelevant

…

At work

rolling down

the window

a calm

blue woman (Ehvair)

calls to him

and finding her later

to talk

her eyes

are so large

he could fall into them

…

Asleep again

now she is Demeter

merged

in a synthesis of loves

 midnight

surrounded

   by the color

of full moon dusk

after the sunset

has completely gone

She starts to walk away from him

and he interrogates her

trying his best

to ascertain

      the problem

And she turns back

to him

        and shows him

             the buttons on her shirt

         over her left breast

                  where she has cut away

                     the extra fabric

             that had held it

He is worried now

a concern

as dark

as she

that the season

could take

      such a thing

and leave

               only black lesions

like the leaf scars

on the branches

after the sunset flesh

has dried

           and been carried

away to the ground

…

Rising from his limbs

                   and torso

held down

by the reindeer quilt

He tells Aiks

it is snowing

and goes

to wake his children

He tells them

of the history

of weather

and how

they are witnesses to it

because

it seldom snows

here

by the low coast

with its damp

            marine air…

…But when he wakes

the sky is clear

and the lawns

are white

with frost

What Pahn Needs

…Pahn remembers walking

on an unpaved road

it is cut along a south-facing slope in

an open woodland

of leafless oaks and un-kept

meadows

 and there

where he has spoken to Yaohwa

by the trailer     two

new women

have been introduced    

 their faces

morphing

evolving from composite to composite

Ehvair/Ahpadeyva

Ehvair/Pholoa…

                                                        …They have walked into

the trailer of white

and simple modernity

backing into the corner of the bed

            she finds his embrace

                                    and leans toward his face

           

and Ahpadeyva transmigrates away

                        becoming

a clear visage

                        above and to the left

                        and disappears as

he closes his eyes

 feels Ehvair/Pholoa’s thin lips…

…they are walking

                        along the darkening road

                                                    from the tree-bark like cold coals…

…they come into

the trailer of white where she

entreats his sexual affection

pulling off her shirt

putting her hand on his face

he closes his eyes

(remembers Djuturna’s love against his cheek)

finds her thin lips and crosses his

                        against them pushing apart

the

smooth
revolute    inclusions                                                        

                  as his face passes                                    

into hers…      

…Pholoa

stable and full now

sits behind a desk outdoors

in her thin trousers

and red sweater smiling

her wide and open smile

and wonders what Pahn needs

as he approaches…

                       

Ehvair

A fairy/goddess of beauty and intellect


Ehvair
The Beginnings of Frost
What Pahn Needs
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