Creature Comforts: Mirth Included

I am the most generous

of despots: proper supplication

is wine to my lips.

But your knees must hurt.

Quick! Get in bed.

Om, or God Thunder Shadow Puppet

Listen do you hear

keys of quiet in

the great Sound loud

as the slight jingle

on a shaman’s staff

but when he dances

thunder rolls

In the sky and sea

of lovers leaving

is an old man grieving,

wolf philosopher helpless

and haunted by the drowned.

So I understand this

weightless gleaming

in your arms and across

my hands is from a

child who lost his child.

And it is fiery and it is

silken and I adore you

and it is only your smile

that makes me weep.