…everyday life in the future

Deliverance is music and splendor
We go beyond the chaos
We open up to other innocences

Our desires live inside
inaccesible gardens where the trees
have no root, where the plants
sing of freedom and infinity fringes
the latticed flowers on the gate,
open to all pollen, bittersweet with
the flavors of distant fruits

we’ve circled one another for so long
hesitant, reticent, waiting for all
defenses to fall, the hunger in us
grows through tomorrow like a vine
strangling fear; we are for each other
no strangers to ritual; our candles
and memories are omens, our longing
becoming prayer…

we barely speak this language of love;
that improbable existence of luminous
joy is not for him, the philosopher, nor
for me, his poet, we offer to others what
we deny ourselves while dreaming
for too long, defenses one by one burning
from the center of Self reaching
for the horizon, our hearts embracing
before the suffering Light,
our hearts bathed and washed in
waters of love’s benediction; placed
along shores where the fires ravage
our fierce dreams, inaugerating that
which is not yet in us

©Ionwhite

ad dominum meum

I am Streaming silent Radiant longing;
I am streaming helpless prayers
I am pretending to tear down all the
fragile dams so tenderly built to
protect your precious treasures

I love your mind’s measures,
it’s restless order calls to me, come
to follow and I will take your lead
take me to our love that brings us to meet
in temples where the sun still sleeps in
ancient stillness among tombs,

I love your reason’s wise madness, I
love how it breaks and re-constitutes me
into your architecture of passion, this
is the price of your love saved up and
mine taken at the cost of my life,

You living like a lonely child inside
the pit of my heart, I love you even when
I am a veil of rain inside your laughing eyes,
I love you with purest unity, portioned
without cut and without any returning
to my destiny

I love how your love takes us to the
sharp dangerous edges of your soul, nearby,
our guardian angels bend down in blessings
as every safety promised by God is allowed and
made manifest under your stern gaze, and I
inside your heart, this is where I sleep,
forever here.

©Ionwhite

stripes of kohl

Blushed eyelids, stripes of kohl..
Colors of stigmata inside caved silences
violet stained red, horizons of absence, this
world is not mine

The trees of Eden do not grow in this Garden
and the soft breaths and the heaving bosoms of
flowers ignore my begging, claiming, but yes!,
you are the fruit of roots growing out of
deep nights descending the blind stars

Oh great Mother Night! daughter of Mercy, pity

our mechanical Egyptian arms, our drunken
glass eyes turned to the walls, reading
hieroglyphs between the drawings, laughter
reigns over this underground cavern of souls
our days of invention crashing soundlessly
our earthenware bearing resemblance
to the shamelessness of all shareable destructions

©Ionwhite

Khaled Hafez (Egyptian, b. 1963) | Tomb Sonata in Three Military ...

i grew to love him.

In seiner Vorstellung
ich war eine Wahr und eine Lüge.
ich wurde in die transplantiert
reicher gegorener Boden seiner Ideale
und dort habe ich gelernt, ihn zu lieben
leidenschaftlich und ohne angst

In his imagination
I was a truth and a lie.
I was transplanted into the
rich fermented soil of his ideals
and there I grew to love him
passionately and without fear

©Ionwhite

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