Back to the Moon.

February 11, 2002

The harbor lights have been shinning all night.

My skiff of dreams has sailed a pea green boat

upon a groggling sea so bright,

and I have found an owl deep eye

in my pussy cats meow of desiring me

as the waves arrive and say goodbye,

on this billowing breast of a lollering sea.

Alice peers through my looking glass soul.

She is dressed as Isis, naked and adorable,

beyond the touch of my tabby cat claws,

but not beyond this perch of you, so lovable.

This owlery of peace, this tumbling yours,

this me and mine, and you admirable.

She takes me by the hand

( I have hands now, not pads nor paws),

and we dance upon the prow

of this boat of here and now.

And sail away for ever and a day

until we make a lilting landfall

of this haven of I and you.

Our mid-winter nights dream, made new.

Sophia follows me to this tavern on the strand

and tickles the palms

of my our stetched hands

as I place them up upon the counter,

and order

chicken soup for two.

The walrus and the carpenter

pass the vessels of you, my dish and spoon

and we all go laughing, back to the moon.

love

eric

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