poems by
art gomez
Womb Of Communion
After confession
night sweats are borne
through inter-connected love
Unbridled longing bathed in the lust
of two failed and frail
The course of our love's duet
sings flesh and finger hymns
Strum sweet body frets
Dueling percussive beats
drive the bottom end
As we become lost in gospel crescendo
intensities slowly increase
until cymbals crash
My Refrain --- Your Chorus
slowly fade to catechisms in silence
Tonight's confirmation needs
no forgiveness, extracts no penance
Through our sacramental atonement
conceived in numinous union
our vernal baptism delivers us
Echo In My Heart
There is a calling out – a sometime noiseless shout
Standing over the crater's edge to listen
With pricked up ears
To wonder at what is heard
Or not heard
There is a calling from within – a sometime deafening din
Standing over the crater's edge to peer
With piercing eyes
To ponder at what is seen
Or not seen
Is there a longing to hear what has not been heard?
To see what has not been seen?
To leap from the crater's edge into the -----
Abyss?
A chasm of no escape?
A wishing well? The chasm where no escape is wanted?
We are wired with the need to find ourselves
Both within
and with others
Through sound, sight, and the senses that delight
Or frighten
The calling out seems empty if there is no return
That reverberates, bounces, reflects about the crater's boundaries
Between ridges until it circles back on itself
Unbound now boundless
To create an echo
In my heart
The heart's ability to be boundless
To create a sounding of love
A calling out to another
And the readiness to receive the circled sounds
Of joyous abandon from the other
Is strength of the human spirit
When love's echo is found in more than one heart
With a shared sound and sight and delight
The echo is as full as any cathedral bell tolling
Any Wurlitzer pipes filling a concert hall
And the echo in my heart is ours
Old Dog in Love
There goes that hungry hound
He's been sniffin' all around
again
Once upon a time or two his bone is lost
But every now and then his bone is found
That old hungry hound
Who keeps sniffin' around
And when it's found he's bound
to bark
"I'm in
Grrrufff
I'm in
Ah-Woo Woo
I'm in
Puppy lovin' all or nothin'
love"
He ain't woofin'
that love bound hound of renown
As he keeps sniffin' around
Up and down
around the town
And what's he found?
This sniffin' hound?
Who goes around?
Why nothin' more than a door
And doggone tails of lore
That lead to more
and more and more 'til he knows the score
Of tons of bones once lost from home
No longer alone these lost bones
Not with a sniffin' hound
Who goes around
Until they're found
And he's bound
bound
bound
to be in
"Grrrufff love"
"Ah-Woo Woo"
Again
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