THE LACKADAISICAL POET: January 2002

Spirit Of A Horse God

He looked like a God with the Spirit of a Horse

as he rode toward me

the male

the beast

so alike

blending in the waves of heat

swirls of excitement

even as they stopped and parted

and he came to me

and as I hung from his lips

love’s willing suicide

I am no earth stunned angel

I have dreamt him in the nude

dancing with his body electric

He is no tame bedmate

he has roiled me in the bedclothes

and we have both roared in our wildness

I remember the way he tastes

when my tongue goes crazy in the dead of day

My hips sway and dance

when I watch him ride

they move like a poem

which male

which beast

one and same

in the rhythm of motion

January 31, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Garden Reborn

Opening the pouch

drawstrings of love pulled

digging deep

into the root of me

infinity

removing seeds

dormant kernels

desire

trust

Planting them down

old soil

new water

tears of life renewed

Removing weeds

old memories

dead things

destroying shadows

unblocking the light

Buds breaking thru

reaching for the sky

growing into life

soft

feathery

fragile things

Fertile soil and seedlings

creating

becoming

Petals

colors

reflections of love

all in the faces

of the flowers

alive

and living

in my old garden

reborn

January 31, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Garden Of Sorrows

Again before the door of my heart

someone’s knocking

roses and their chocolate heart

for me in hand

Standing at a threshold to be crossed

do I open

my life

my love

my self

to another caller

I’ve forgotten

how to feel this way

I don’t remember

how to deal

with desire

So long

so empty

with only the memory

of picking

the poisonous flower

over

and over

A gardener’s fool

The most attractive buds

with the most deadly venoms

never bloom

as promised

only kill fertility

and turn to ash

The door of my heart

the gate to the garden of my soul

rusty hinged

broken locked

trapped solid

in dead soil

How to replant

how to regrow

desire

trust

roses

and a chocolate heart

January 31, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Outside In

Drawing down

pulling into me

that which I am part of

but often forget

The universe in me

calls the universe with out me

I recapture outside me

that which swirls deep in the root of me

How often one seems to need

a picture

a validation

from that which is outside

to see what has always been

inside

January 30, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

In that darkness so filled with loving she sat astride him, awash with fulfilling them. That all consuming intensity over took her with shocking force at each encounter. There was no getting used to one another. It was always the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object.

The rose petals clung to them as they did to each other, rocking in those aftershocks. How many moments, how many breaths, how many beads of sweat passed away in those waves went uncounted, unnoticed. Only they remained, only they existed.

After a time, when they came back into their separate selves, she spoke, her tongue still swollen with the taste of his skin, “I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“How much more proof do you need?” he laughed, waving his hands in mock surprise before wrapping his around her torso, his fingers still making love to her back, her shoulders.

He flipped over suddenly, hand behind her head, “besides,” he said, fingers and eyes tracing her face, sliding down her neck, across her collarbone, south to rest upon her breast, “how do you know if either one of us is awake?”

January 30, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen