latin
is it not without some pain or labour our deepest joys are procured
and is it not true that after such great pleasure
there can be only the semblance of pain
even though this is not pain itself
and this is how its psychology is overcome
you may think that i am one person as you trash
and pound my precious fragile self with fists hardened like mallets
beating their uneven personal rhythm
but i am within myself looking out upon the serenity i once new of love
i am elsewhere and though you may kill me now i will not die in anguish
or in hatred with smashed teeth clenched
and blood across my rip torn cheeks
and half spat tongue strewing bile and screaming despising words
i am on a rock with my lover
it is calm ocean time and we are holding hands
we are younger and still both the summit high with beauty
and my very body aches with pleasure and wiggles with the deepest
delight and excitement as infants sometimes do
we are holding hands and it is the most exquisite even
Venus just appears and so too the major lights becoming
as in the distance the glorious hues of purple set
adding great dimension to the persons of both sea and mountain
the last song of bird in their claims and proclamations
paste a not too intrusive music to our love song
otherwise the fine grass and sand and small scrub speak to us
this mode of paradise and its labours seeming just for us
are rendered full of stupendous overwhelming warmth in my remembering
well you did not kill me and the hand of fate and your brother
may have erred in wayward judgement
but i live another day though i care not
for trepidation or for life itself
for my spirit has gone whisked off into that evening
and vanquished by the hand of man
your body
vanished into dust
and time as expressed in the sound of the percussive heart
stands upon the verge of that beat
somewhere between rhythm and silence
between the burdened seas those prevailing sky and mountain high
somewhere in the distant fold of their embrace