invisible marks love leaves, 1 and 2

FIRST POEM

this is how 

love makes invisible marks

on the vivid heart

beyond the heart,

 

how our hallelujah blood

hallows, --o joy—everything!

two of us evolving to    a single

legs-arms-necks-lips knotwork

passion of starved skin, these hands

an untimid touch

these breasts     was pink ever so pink?

i am drawn and colored

everywhere by your love-

artistry

 

eyes become sighs and breathe yes,

our story still plays inside me

nothing but you, eyes like springtime

 

even your homely feet wear

my love stamped into their soles

from the ancestors to me to you,

glorious day of days!  is any day!

holding dearly you inside it

 

j. pratt-walter, 2/13/2024

SECOND POEM 

make

the heart

everything

 

passion

pink-colored

artistry

 

sighs

yes

 

nothing

but you

love

 

glorious

dearly

you

 

j. pratt-walter 2/14/24

Garden of Beltane

 

Early morning, the fertile daylight blooms

       as song sparrows praise the sun, these hours

       teeming with the Making-Magic of Earth.

 

Again cottonwood buds fill the air

with wild perfume. Their scent is a breath

of honey-sweet potential and no matter my age,

my heart skips and sings.

 

Amid Spring’s swelling promise, the substance

of my soul fills with unspeakable longing.

       Beloved Mother Earth, so many Springs

have smiled on my face, asking, angling, softening.

 

Beltane’s garden sprouts in the shimmering soil,

opening me again into possibility’s womb, a young Medusa

singing among her awakened serpents, Aphrodite

lifting her gown of flowers with a smile, Artemis

stroking the newborn fawn she will later hunt.

 

J. Pratt-Walter © 2023