The Atmosphere of Desire
from my 1996 notebooks
Strange how Eros moves us,
in paths bright and dark,
from ecstasy to despair.
At once soaring,
wings lifting, graceful effort
among the winds
And then, once again,
folded under to plummet,
as only a heart can fall,
towards a frightening yet
familar gloom.
In the atmosphere of desire
fly the raptors of love
sharpened talon and eye seeking
the vulnerable and careless heart.
Yet how often has this hungry hunter
become the prey, in turn, as the
surface of the mirror dissolves
and opens onto a different sky.
