From Soul to Words
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Woman As Beauty
By Dane Dakota (a pen name)
authored under the name Dane Dakota.
Available on Amazon or through this website:
Woman As Beauty
By Dane Dakota (a pen name)
authored under the name Dane Dakota.
Poems of Love & Soul
A Curved Wind
The wind
quickens
the pulse of the afternoon.
There is a part of you
that terrifies
me:
that you are not there or
that you are & cannot save
me (if I am here.)
What if your embrace is
me clutching
myself, your eyes mirrors?
The clouds
wound each other, shed
wet wind that curves
against our window (or mine),
butters the earth & our sheets
purple. The truth is
I can’t tell your color. What
if my taste of you is no
more than night’s nosegay,
your thighs the friction
of hawk’s wings or pages
calendaring?
Since it is the job of angels
to ignore us you are the only
answer I have. Or did you
ignore the standard orders
& it is your eyelash
that tips against my neck,
your fingers that sign my chest,
your soul that cradles mine?
-erie chapman 2020
The wind
quickens
the pulse of the afternoon.
There is a part of you
that terrifies
me:
that you are not there or
that you are & cannot save
me (if I am here.)
What if your embrace is
me clutching
myself, your eyes mirrors?
The clouds
wound each other, shed
wet wind that curves
against our window (or mine),
butters the earth & our sheets
purple. The truth is
I can’t tell your color. What
if my taste of you is no
more than night’s nosegay,
your thighs the friction
of hawk’s wings or pages
calendaring?
Since it is the job of angels
to ignore us you are the only
answer I have. Or did you
ignore the standard orders
& it is your eyelash
that tips against my neck,
your fingers that sign my chest,
your soul that cradles mine?
-erie chapman 2020
Lovers Never Ask
Lovers never ask
“Will this work?”
Any more than astronomers inquire
“Is it worth it to study stars?”
For romantics Logic is a fool
Reason is a boring professor
Lips are not important
Until they find their match
Touch is speech, ears tune to sighs
Eyes see what cannot be seen
The soul finds its mirror
Parallel lines intersect
The nose was invented for the tongue
To taste the margins of intimacy.
-erie chapman 2020
Lovers never ask
“Will this work?”
Any more than astronomers inquire
“Is it worth it to study stars?”
For romantics Logic is a fool
Reason is a boring professor
Lips are not important
Until they find their match
Touch is speech, ears tune to sighs
Eyes see what cannot be seen
The soul finds its mirror
Parallel lines intersect
The nose was invented for the tongue
To taste the margins of intimacy.
-erie chapman 2020
RULE NUMBER ONE
Poems of Light & Justice
Live Love not fear
Yes. We know
(a poem from COVID days)
It is not supposed to be like this,
All of us standing yards apart
Our faces wrapped for robberies
Rather than conversation,
Our hands washed down to the bone,
Our eyes engaging electric screens,
The person calling himself The President
Carrying his title around like a brainsick boy
Hefting a water balloon
Ready to drop It on us from the tenth floor
Laugh when it kills us,
Blame someone else.
-Erie Chapman, April 23, 2020
(a poem from COVID days)
It is not supposed to be like this,
All of us standing yards apart
Our faces wrapped for robberies
Rather than conversation,
Our hands washed down to the bone,
Our eyes engaging electric screens,
The person calling himself The President
Carrying his title around like a brainsick boy
Hefting a water balloon
Ready to drop It on us from the tenth floor
Laugh when it kills us,
Blame someone else.
-Erie Chapman, April 23, 2020