New Poem in August - Meditations

meditations

at night,
at rest, i can only hear
the rhythmic purring of the cat
and the shuffle of drunken feet
on the sidewalk.

in bed,
quietly taking measured breaths
eyes closed, body at rest, no tenseness,
and in place of the om as a mantra,
i repeat your sacred name.

dear,
i wish you were here beside me
first lightly touching me
progressively intense, silently
altering my consciousness.

dear,
as i meditate, i also speculate:
your hands, your lips, your mouth, your hips,
a string of black pearls lying on your back
in that dark holy hour.

dear,
we are impatient, but we can wait.
no! we must wait, no matter how I am overwhelmed
by images of your touch and kiss
and your voraciousness.

at night,
at rest, i can only hear
the manic conga drum in my heart
as i meditate upon the idea of your most recent shower;
in body, mind and soul, i’m yours to devour.

fprm
8-12-09