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jon

this work is from the collection of poems called “living in epiphany” ©2000. to purchase a copy of the book, contact me by email.

 

Jon

it was a long way to hell,
my shoes split
my feet bleeding
but i’ve carried this torch
for years
for just
one
kiss.

singing over the dark wires
i mourn the innocence i squandered, carrying bits of myself
in my pocket
my absolution
incomplete,
i would that i could lose
this treasure,
become again
a pauper
with the world
in my hand.

i call you mercury –
winged one,
closed within the box
i carry in my hand –
i would meet with you
in the palace of words,
give to you
no man’s bounty
my only hoard
one woman’s gift.

stranger, with all these people watching
consummation is the furthest
word from my lips;
scarred with lust
i sully the white bandages of my love
with false intentions.

I would take your face
within my palms
kiss your eyes of love
would it not be taken for weakness.

l.t. dougherty 1996

navigator ii

this work is from the collection of poems called “living in epiphany” ©2000. to purchase a copy of the book, contact me by email.

 

Navigator II

It was an error of geography.
all my tributaries
flow down
like all roads lead
to you
my Rome
my Eldorado
my Atlantis
the merciless slow waters rising
each hour
each day
and in each moment as I stand
anchored, I drown.

Two islands
each within itself
we thought the water enough
to hold us apart
forgetting as the tides rose and fell
around us
that islands do not float.

But not for us
Pompeii
no lightning flash
to stop us in our footsteps
to burn our shadows on the walls.
we live as San Francisco,
our faults
forever lying under our thoughts
each time our fingers pass our skins
waiting for the spark, the fire
we shudder
and in our love
the earth does move.

l.t. dougherty  1996

untitled

this work is from the collection of poems called “living in epiphany” ©2000. to purchase a copy of the book, contact me by email.

 

it was
a night of omens
a night
too sad for poetry
too dark
for the jar of fireflies
I carried
in my soul.

I found the feather
you lost
the first
to fall from your cloak
but not
the last;
the first,
like the word
that began it all –
carried it in my fist
as I flew through the streets
my love
my torch of memory.

l.t. dougherty 1996

navigator

this work is from the collection of poems called “living in epiphany” ©2000. to purchase a copy of the book, contact me by email.

Navigator

As evening fell
I found myself
to be a two-way mirror
to your eyes,
your deep and well-spring coloured eyes
fathomless
as your questioning words.

It is something that
I chose to be,
this map,
this undiscovered country,
the roads within me
too well trod
by feet that led away.

But you,
you with your compass-heart
who quotes mythology with the damned,
it seems you recognize the language
spoken by my wind-blown veil
it seems to me
my murky depths
to you an uncharted river be
to you a glyph’s no mystery
to you i am a geography.

l.t. dougherty 1996

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