Buy Mr. Chapman's book of poetry & photographs 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
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.
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 on 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