Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Chocolate

A unicorn stands
Before a field of daisies
Her hoof strikes the ground
Silently as she snorts
Out the morning mist

She readies
She steadies
Then charges head-on
Into the daisies

Just as she reaches them
The daisies pull themselves back shouting

"Ole"

The sun peeks through a canvas
Of long clouds like a child
Peeking through a circus tent

An early morning moon
Glances over her shoulder
As she is on its way
To keep a promise made
To a poet and a silver spoon


Tall trees of ice-cream green
Allow the licking of the fat cats
That surrounds them
Mice are mounted upon their cat steeds
Feeling the purring beneath their saddles

Cherubs munching on the meringue of clouds
Laugh happily at the sky
With clouds stuck in their teeth and dipping
From their smiles
They reach for a cow or two
To drink down the remnants of the morning

On a hill not far away
Long mirrors play like children
All the while saying
"Look at me"
"Look at you"
"Look at the eternities we create"
Just by facing the fates of our reflections

"Look at the forevers we can make"

The cows, now done feeding the cherubs,
Wander over to the facing mirrors
To see and join in the infinite fun



I find my legs and I run over to view
This wondrous sight
Of gathered mirrors
Facing one another

I tell the mirrors

"This is amazing; I have never beheld an eternity like this"

In a puzzled wink of the light
They say to me
"Only one?”
"Stand where you are and we will show you more"

With that, the long flexible mirrors
Bent backward at the middle
Behold there was another forever
Then they bent forwards
Then twisted here and there
Yet another and another forever was created
Infinity of infinities


The ground between the facing mirrors
Began to let go
Down I went
Or up I was sent
I simply do not know

I found myself
In another place
Of living, speaking grass

"We know" they said
"Where you want to go"
"How could you" I asked
"When I don't know myself"

"Trust us"
"Trust us"
Came a billion green chants
“You have an inner knowing
Beyond your conscience grasp"

So with that I was laid down
As if I were an infant
Being lowered by his mother’s hands

The blades of grass
Carried me along
Passing me over their fingers
Like so many picnic ants

I just lied there
Watching a sky
Of living, breathing Catherine blue

After a time
I began to see
Many a fleshy nymph
Ten in all
Two larger ones with eight smaller ones
In their brood

When I was directly under them
I realized they were not
Nymphs, but toes

"Are you just going to lie there"?
Came this lovely voice from somewhere
Above my head

I stood up as if helped up
By a warm palm of liquid air

And what did I see?
Why, it was my muse
Reclining nude upon a mushroom
Of course the mushroom was as grateful
As I for this news

She swiped the air
With a swish of her hand
And there appeared there
A chocolate truffle
Its protest gently muffled
As she enveloped it
Between her fabled lips

"Hummmmm " she said
As if a thousand yes's were colliding
“Hummmmmm "
As if a million orgasms she was finding
All exploding, ever evolving
All within the world of fatal kiss

"Oh Muse" I puffed up
" I, a poet be"
" Tell me why women prefer chocolate to me"?
" What is the pull?"
"With what sweet chains
Does it hold you so?”

"Well" she spoke sweetly
"It’s one of the very few things in life that is not an acquired taste"
“Unlike you”
I fell to the knees of my deepest sadness

Her eyes slowly closed
As she seemed to consider
And with a look I will never forget, said



"So be it my love
My poet of words
If not reason"

She placed a truffle
Well within my muffled ‘thank you’
Then it happened
Flavor upon flavor
Chocolate shades begin
Within their ascension to my taste buds
My muse then did kiss me
And could not miss me
As I ran my tongue into hers

I warmed here
I heated there
As if I had a grin
Somewhere within
I swear
I was smiling

I get it
I get it
Was all that I could
Manage before my eyes
Could savor the balance
Of her kiss


We began to dissolve
Then a wind embraced us both
To take us to sweet oblivion

Our last word while kissing
Was but a whisper

“Chocolate”