Not of this world

I was with the world
until this moment
and now that is gone,
the moment, the world
and all its lures and lucre.
I am not of this world
anymore
I know not if there is
another one
waiting to be
discovered.
There is this moment
and there is this me
and that is enough.

Chiseled

Living in the body
chiseled
I have come to
cherish every pore
every muscle
everything held
so taut
that I have left
nothing for my head to do.
Thoughts disappear
as cells celebrate
the throbbing of life
every moment.

All of me

All of me
now available
for me;
I love the world
of you and me
but you may
take
only
what I give of
me;
no longer
will I
be bound
to the world
outside of me.

All of myself

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Such a relief
to own up myself
with all my hopes and hunger
thirst and trepidation.
Thrown away the cloaks
of respectability, shame, guilt.
All by myself I offer
all of myself 
to myself and
to you....

Promises

Promises are inviting
especially coming from the rising Sun;
yet you must watch what you
are getting into.
The freshness of light and
the dancing flow of water
promise to wash away
that past;
you wish to gather the blossoms
and what you get.....
may be the thorns under the grass.

I saw you...

Image - Emmanuelle Beart in "La Belle Noiseuse"

Verse by Colin Lascale

I saw you

and saw in you

the spark missing from my life.

I touched you

and you turned and turned to show your entire universe

of love, pain, hurt and hope.

I asked you

and you gave and gave profusely

of your creativity and confusion.

I joined

and joined my imagination

to your expression

and love took wings

to skies untouched

to lands unknown

to spirits unseen

into a bliss of its own.