Demo #1

something about that leaf falling seems like ecstasy.
i can feel you lying here next to me, your legs
tangled like vines with mine as you sleep.
our bodies, erotic, interlocking like two puzzle pieces,
forming the nose of a cat in the corner of a room.
something tells me i should be moving on soon.

i want to take you with me, but I think it¹s too soon
for you who it’s all new to, the ecstasy
of "i love you", which has meant so little in so many rooms
to me who¹s been the nixon, the long-legged
wanton, more than you should imagine in the peaceful
respite of your sleep.

your face grows orange with sunrise, still you sleep
on. i wish you had a radio, i wish we had a song, for soon
it will all be gone and the scattered pieces
of your memory will be lost to controlled ecstasy,
the refined language of poetry, confining my legs
to the floor of one small room.

(sometimes i wish you could enter the room
i keep in my heart for what lies sleeping,
and listen to the rhythm beating. lately i¹ve been dreaming of legs
that walk as well as open. i will not love again too soon
like i did you and the others all in the name of ecstasy,
only to find myself in this unreality, doling out my life in pieces.)

the mask of your cool face offers me peace
i do not know. in thirty years or so, i think that we should go to a tea room,
and sit, you and me, with tokyo tea and revel in the ecstasy
of those feeling their lives close into sleep,
not death, but lack of deviation from choices to be made soon
by you, but not me. i still see myself as free with legs

that would walk across the nation if I had the time. legs
that could cross the white space of dreams and peace,
with these words in rhythm and rhyme. and if i had a home, i would return soon
with my mail bag filled with hearts to populate my room
with so many dreams that i will not need to sleep
with him or her or you. i¹d live alone in my room painted with ecstasy

with no one lying next to me because my legs need room
to stretch as i awake with the sun from my peaceful sleep,
like you will do soon, alone for a moment in the ecstasy of morning.