Faith Meets the Elements

Faith Meets the Elements

Lord of the stone
patron of seamen & women

I thought I saw you
but it was only the light
descending heaven’s sorcery

Far beyond our wisdom
a primal hunger, feeding on angst
laid down the stones

between Ocean & Earth
the place for anchorage
awaits humanity’s return from
eternal wander

defying the elements of faith
with the flesh of his flesh
and                profanity!
his blood feeding the fire
that keeps our souls
in despair &
temptation

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

Private Paradise

Private Paradise

Sorry, I'm off for [my private] paradise

the line has been discontinued

with regret, nevertheless the moon keeps

lapping the earth

soothing light's blindness

turning its face around

             us

the gentle axis, a frighten reality

where I, we, you revolve the substance

running inside our bones

that red ocher marrow -

history's yarn

continuously recycled in our body

desperately searching for

purity

         pu ri ty

not the one of heaven's but

the one we find in

flesh,       carnal!

the one

absent of pride, envy, vanity

the one

self nourished

when touching, softly

looking at every

    pore

      ready for

aspersion;

the one that gleams, blooms

     and rots

too

in hands, lips, tongue

teeth

[sorry reader

certain things ought to remain

private

and

my paradise is a

dangerous place for

kibitzers]

But, the line, the conversation

the exotic dialogue,

     the erotic soothing

         the discontinued regret

all blended with earthly aromas, got

me on my knees

[sorry]

so, I'm off, you know where to!

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho