dancingyel | viggo mortensen is amazing

i just found some of his poetry, and i have to share it with you guys. it's gorgeous...i need to find his book! one more thing for my wishlist...

COMMUNION

1.
We’ve left shore somehow
Become the friends
Of early theory
Close enough to speak
Desire and pain of absence
Of mistakes we’d make
Given the chance.

Each smile returned
Makes harder avoiding
Dreams that see us
Lying in early evening
Curtain shadows, skin
Safe against skin.
Bloom of compassion
Respect for moments
Eyes lock turns
Forever into one more
Veil that falls away.

2.
This after seeing you
Last night, first time
Smelling you with
Permission: shoulders to
Wonder openly at
As carefully kissed
As those arms
Waited impossibly on.
They’ve held me now
And your breath
Down my back
Sent away night air
That had me shaking
In the unlit Anglican
Doorway.

3.
Are we ruined for
Finding our faces fit
And want to know more
About morning? Is
Friendship cancelled
If we can’t call
Each other anymore
In amnesia, invite
Ourselves to last glances
Under suspicious clocks
Telling us when we’ve
Had enough?

4.
Your steady hands
Cradling my grateful
Skull: were you taking
In my face to
Save an image
You’ve rarely allowed
Yourself after leaving
That cold alcove?
Am I a photograph
You gaze at in
Moments of weakness?

You ordered me
Off my knees
Into your arms.
Wasn’t to beg
That I knelt; only
To see you once
From below.

Tried to say something
That filled my mouth
And longed to rest
In your ear.
Don’t dare write
It down for fear it’ll
Become words, just
Words.

JUST COFFEE

He wanted bigger love,
Had to have it like he
Had to dream himself
To sleep. Recrossed
His legs and waited
For her tears. When
They came, he held
Her hand, pretended
To be interested in
Someone walking by
Their table..

STONES

Met by a lake near the sun.
Your mouth and eyes, arms
And legs, melted as though
We’d known each other well
And needed only rekindle
Warmth of the familiar.
As if patience were rewarded
And now we’d share everything.

APART

You found my keys
On an angel’s hip
Moved half the fallen trees
From the frozen road.

This trip is
All I thought
It would be
And we’re not
Even ½ way yet.

If I can’t touch you
With snow-hung firs
Our only witnesses
Can’t have your eyes
When everyone’s asleep
Then the fire’s almost out.

You ask the un-named
Attractions to leave town
But keep checking
If I’m still around.

Should we sidestep
Putting fingers to
Words tracing lips that
Would inform us?

Once said I’d missed
You every instant
Before we’d met.
Now believe we knew
How sad we’d be
Apart.

all i can really say is wow...those are good!