Category: Poetry

On a contrail of stars,
Her stride light as Grand Jeté,
This tiny woman passes with
Enough power to knock
My two-meter frame down
To
The
Ground
With her smiling eyes –
We walk the
Southern Shores
Of Time
A pas de deux of innocence:
We, self-portraits of youth,
Reflections-of-reflection
Pulling at the
Edges of this
Seaboard
And each other
Like a hidden string
Embedded
In the sand
Along the barre of
Reminiscence/Instance /Vision,
Ever-enhanced,
Morning-Shaped for
Luscious Discovery
As ocean currents of
Our Azure romance,
Finally finds us
[Embraced]
In love’s arabesque.
– For Wendy
© K. James Ribble

I have gone too long
Without the touch of
Your skin, your face,
Your lips of dusk and fire
Like a patient sculptor
Of time, I ply my
Crafted words to your
Lovely modeled reveal
Where I learn the lessons
Of your crescent torso
Your face of longing
The crescendo of your thighs
As my breath slowly rises
To the warmth of
Your calm desire – I know
It’s been far too long
This absence from your
Home where the splendor of
Your radiance resides
It is your heart and mind
Your precious character that
I long for within all the
Softly flowing beauty
That is yours,
Just as you are –
Here now with me.

 

© K. James Ribble

The lost art of remembrance
Evokes the wild, the manqué
Inside of me, all character within
Transformed by the Place you’ve occupied
Since the æons began – so I am held

Filtered of substance too viscous for
Lost thoughts as these memories
Defy the ether of retribution –
Recalling like a river on the dewy
Scale of March, the morning held,

Magnificent by this psionic sun,
Your hue and canvas now cleave into me
As a sky sulky with the conscription
Of Blue – with you, staring into my eyes saying,
Should this moment -any of this, even one breath-

Were to lose the denouement
Of its mounting, and we could never
See such a vision again, my heart will
Still stay, still long to keep flowing,
Flowing towards the figure of you.

 

© K. James Ribble

I walk the give and flow
Of my days, traverse
The untouched constellations
Of a universe aligned to
The evenings hush of dusk
Watch the hoarfrost outside
Play its sweet melody
Sing a veneer of light
A costume of Heart
Plotting every note
Of warmth I hear
Above the lofty
Songs of you.
I travel its lush
Allegories this music,
A Quiet sighting of mythos
Distilled in timelessness,
Passing me like the light
Of Castor and Pollux the
Luminous friends of Orion,
Their shine reflecting your
Place within me so it
Becomes the Magnitude
Of my affections long before
Your shining heart cast
Its radiant light upon me –

I am yours.

 
© K. James Ribble

Her connection to me
Remains to this day, a
Fusillade of astonishment set to the
Rhythm of Ellington like down in

Motown there’s a history a place
Unremitting, her qualms casual so
There’s nothing to be sorry for
Her streets bleed the same color

Of red the same Eucharist I saw
I See before I could see it
Like watching Australis Borealis
Mention the sobriquet of time

Names the scrim of every moment
A diphthong of their voices
Stripped raw before me, life as I
Cross sanguine into a new beginning.

© K. James Ribble

If I could
I’d be the words
Of your world

Where you could
Always read me
Into your heart

I would dwell
Etched in wonder
As you lay awake

Gentle sleep for
Who you are
You matter to me

A fading Light
A Season of hearts
A Dance for you

To be the words
In moonlight
Sacrifice for you.

 
© K. James Ribble

If my heart could hold its own
There would always be you
As this wayward body lies alone
Seeking forgiving light on its own

Absent Spring gives way to
The broken moment of sight
Piercing the unknown torment of all
Reasons mercifully hidden from me still

So I know now I am yours already
Alight on the precipice of your stars
I will succumb my vacant aspirations
Gladly walk the star fire distance to your heart
From which there will always be you.

 
© K. James Ribble