the AC trilogy - I

                                    “Taggin’ Along with Sav’s Old Siren Song”

What I wouldn’t give

for soft kisses in the night

for confidences, tight

for whispers in the year of my love,

no mister shaman.

for whispers in the ear of our love

No.

for the lore of j’te adore

Sorry mister, but you’ve already gave all.

You’re the bloody Beloved boy

What I wouldn’t give

for a festival of trees

for public ecstasies

Instinctual ideal vision unto practical world peace.

‘Twould still have its series of imperfect robberies

Like the hearts yet to be taken from a million unhatched mes.

Hungry god, hungry goddess

We shall pour our paint on canvas

Beloved lover, lover beloved

We shall live the rhymes of jewels before us

                                                                                                            (in the wee hours of April 10, 2005)