The Ephesian

Breath of life

2007-06-15T17:02:00.001-07:00

Spare me ne'er the beauty of life -
what animates this Sun
to intimacy; to hold gently,
firmly
its delicateness,
and breathe affectionately its masculine warmth.

And raises across its broad shoulders
the silken tapestry of dawn,
and strolls through the cool morning grasses
blessing the freshly opened flowers with dew,
impressing the dark earth
with its power.

Her dirt is rich -
most sacred bed;
bury me here, I pray, when I go.

I am permeated with its orchestra of
tender whispers,
delicate hymns,
and joyful rhythms...

put your ear to her
and listen...
I am well in the vast ocean of his mysteries.

Blessed be the day that life was born
and formed this consciousness
that can drink an entire sky
and climb to realms of essence
by loves grace.

Love that created to love
and planted this
Breath of life.

Copyright Eric Nunnally

Black plum

2007-06-15T16:58:00.000-07:00

A heavy ball ripe,
black and round;
cold and wet
with morning dew...

Sweet within,
so smooth its skin:
to pierce the flesh is my desire.
Soft, crisp scent, night-purple skin,
the orange-pink flesh invites my sin...
and so then I embrace the fire.

Open wound, oh! sweet the juice;
petals now are open full.
Now within I drink my fill
and capture every waterfall...

The essence of thirst,
like a plum busted red,
is a very wet redness
searching for blue...

Copyright Eric Nunnally

Apples

2007-06-15T16:32:00.001-07:00

"You came into this world naked, vulnerable, and hungry
Angry with your innocense and your disorientation
Evicted from all you knew into something altogether
Frightening..."

be naked for me
and i will show you
how it is really for you

please, allow me the truth behind your eyes
i have noticed the flame that glows there
when you look away, hiding

but why shouldn't you discover it
it is, after all, there to be discovered
whether a lie of the flesh or
a truth of the soul
that burns inside you

the kiss you would imagine to taste
is a soft thing
and the arms that enfold you
strong and warm.
free those dreams of paradise;
i too can feel the strength of your heart
and the warmth of your relax...
life flowing into you and around you

naked
in the mirror of your conscience.
if you can desire the feeling
then you crave the experience

and if there is no taboo
then your hesitation comes from
the fear of abandon
the fear of chance or risk
but this is how i want you
this is how
I need you:
nude
vulnerable
open
and trusting
before me
without shame or fear
warm
with the passion of love in your veins
excited and nervous as i touch you with promise
given to my affections and gentle desires
as i satisfy my sensuous needs
by making love to you
sensually.

as a child must love completely
i just want you to know that my intentions are...
well, they're like the wind
as free and changing...

i'd like to love you in the open air
and kiss you like i really care
and see you naked on the shore
smile at you and dream no more
have you as my happiness
in my life to share no less
as light and warm
as the sunlight through the trees
as soft and cool
as the morning breeze...

(refreshing, calm, and wonderful are my intentions - just thought i'd tell you.)

when you hold my hand
don't you feel my eagerness
to wrap my arms around you
and cry into you my needs
the love i want and long for and never find
don't you catch the glimmer in my eye when i look at you
that fascination with make-believe
that makes me love you for no reason at all
when i hold you in play
don't you feel the pain that calls for healing
the vulnerable child that needs affection
here i am open to you
take me and i will make love to you forever.
the world will be our playground
and life, time enough to love.
when your lips near mine
the incredible power of butterflies opens my heart
and i wish that you could read my mind
beyond the words you read are the feelings which
inspire them
i wish you could drink from the waters of my soul
my obsession with intimacy
my delight in loveliness
my belief in faerie tales
i could hold you forever were you mine,
in every emotion of my being,
and still you would be unchained
as free as you ever were
with only love in your heart
as your link to me.
you could be as far as death
and still i would love you
because love transcends all things.
i seek not to burden you with my desires
(though in truth my affection does require a focus)
only win your passion
to drink life with your eyes
to taste life with your heart
to be free, free to love completely...

Copyright 1991 Eric Nunnally

Quarters

2006-05-01T21:32:00.000-07:00

25

When I discovered roof tops, I felt
like a toy between the thumb and forefinger of God -
the one He sometimes threw to see
how far He could throw
... and always found
light years from where my journey began,
scuffed up from the fall
but ready to be thrown again;
believing it worth being His favorite.

50

I stood with my back against the calendar,
kicking my foot back against every date behind me;
hoping to kick out a hole I could just leave there
for time to fall into
so that I could live on the shockwave of its scream
as it ran from its own nothingness.

75

They never wished me dead,
just incarcerated by their will
(not being able to justify
killing such a wild and beautiful being
who told the truth with a savage tongue,
frightened the soul with a knowing stare,
lived naked and unashamed...)

100

Slave to my hunger, I'd hunt to feed -
risking heaven to preserve my earth;
becoming vulnerable to the fear and admiration I inspired;
leashed and shackled with love spelled in a dictionary;
wasting away in someone else's need...

Copyright Eric Nunnally April 26, 2006

Sama Guent Guii (My Dream)

2006-03-01T17:00:00.000-08:00

.

like the priest's hand in the wound
I slid mine past the blood of your womb
and you trusted me
with angry angels all around
you trusted me

..

the lone guitar hushed everyone
the player's voice calling forth spirits
yesterdays forgotten
and while the fire glowed on our faces
some of us cried

...

the earth moaned at dawn
blowing away death and night
exhausted and relieved, we stood there naked
dirty beggars of the sun

....

the bird flew away without singing
a witness laden with a heavy burden
our eyes followed him
lifted out of ourselves
afraid again of God

Copyright Eric Nunnally Feb 09, 2006

Babylon, gardens and all

2006-02-26T17:50:00.000-08:00

Smell man
mix of funk, food and couture
mind out of religion
strained, caught and whipped
flag of the city
international

City lights a fool's heaven
stone, smoke and steel
geometry of humanity

Under each erection
Strangers cast nets
breaking under the weight of abundance
caught by their own catch

Fish thrive
quicksilver in dark, dangerous places
abortion the convenience of
foreign languages

Still life
shards of art displayed as
edges and precipices of human soul

Sepia stains of giants
stand stern over the color of vanity
promising the world, right here
Babylon, gardens and all

Copyright Eric Nunnally
Dec 04, 2005 - Feb 26, 2006

Babylon, gardens and all

2005-12-04T18:17:00.000-08:00

Man smells like this
a mix of funk, food and couture
but the mind soars
like the flags of the city international

Stone, smoke and steel,
the geometry of humanity,
have a pulse:
earth buried
under man's erections

Lights mocking heaven still the violent child -
an abortion remembered beneath every victory;
the opus is the deep breath of many languages
laughing painfully, irresistably...

A steele of life,
shards of art, on display as
edges and precipices of the human soul

Cast your net here, stranger
it may break under the weight
of the abundance
but you will be caught by your catch

The fish thrive
shimmering bodies of quicksilver
especially in dark, dangerous places
you can feel the heart beat

Echoes of industry, sepia stains of giants
stand stern and great grandfathers over the colors of fashion
lights of power, slightly yellowed with age
but still brilliant
promising the world, right here
Babylon, gardens and all

Copyright 2005 Eric Nunnally

All about you

2004-06-14T16:28:00.000-07:00

Love is the way that I be feeling you
Savoring your kisses when I’m into you

Taking my time
like there ain’t nothing better
me and you

Getting lost in every moment that I’m
touching you

I gotta lay my face against that softest
part
of you

Smell your hair, and press my fingers
in the wet
of you

Intoxicated with the heat
from your honeydew

Salivating,
so delicious:
just the thought
of you

I tell you that I love you
And you know it’s true
But you be worried bout what
tomorrow brings to you

Is there a future in these moments that I spend
with you

Or is this
just a temporary rendezvous?

De ja vu –

it seems like you been here before,
ain’t you?

Giving up the goods to get a promise,
and you
Are feeling nervous bout the possibility
that you knew

You shoulda held back a little,
fore I got to you

Cuz now your head is spinning
and
your heart hates you

Cuz again
it pays the price for listening
to you

Am I a bad man for letting you
Love this, too?

Cuz I enjoyed every minute?
Wasn’t I s'posed to?

I mean, its you we’re talking bout:
My dream come true

But not my only dream
And that doesn’t sit right with you

Cuz what we do
Should just be
It must be
To trust me

To be in love with you and you alone
When it was lust

See,
When we were havin fun you never asked me
To see me

You wanted something you went fishing for
And thought you’d catch me

But when your line broke
And you choked
on the truth that hit you

You couldn’t fathom
it was not
All about you

Copyright 2004 Eric Nunnally

Because I pretended in you

2004-06-11T16:36:00.000-07:00

Like a fan blowing cool air on my face in the heat of summer,
you were a drink of water
Relieving me from the desert of my frustrations,
Having hunted too often in the open
Making my scent familiar to my prey

Yet you were drawn to my eyes
Sensing the hunger within me and
Unafraid to give yourself to me
For my satisfaction

And once I had tasted you,
My savagery bled away.

You tamed me with your sacrifice
Knowing the flesh was nothing to give anyway

I was the beast, heavy headed in your lap
While you stroked my thoughts into
Tranquil imaginings of what love must be

And while I dreamed
You found my heart
And dug your fingers deep into it
While I, drugged with your pleasure, only winced
Feeling myself bleeding, disbelieving the pain you smiled upon me
Because I pretended in you.

Copyright 2004 Eric Nunnally

Blue fruit

2004-06-02T17:00:00.000-07:00

Deep purple stained her fingertips and her lips and her tongue

While leafy shadows danced on the sidewalk

and trees played in the beautiful sparkle of sunshine

"Here." She said

putting the berry to my lips and

smiling with a sweetness that made me open my mouth

she looked like she was from India

an ocean of black hair braided neatly over one bare

bronze shoulder

and eyes that looked like bright black marbles

kissed by God's happiness

the berry burst in my mouth

juice splashing onto my taste buds

almost as delicious as kissing her

soft smooth lips and

tasting the wet fire of her tongue

when her fingertips touch me

the warm breeze on the back of my neck

spreads all over me

and my heart aches wonderfully

blessed because she loves me

and our laughter tickles the air

as we run back to our blanket and

fall back kissing, the sun in our faces

and the juice of sweet blue fruit still on our lips

Copyright 2004 Eric Nunnally

Beautiful

2004-05-24T16:34:00.000-07:00

I remember children's laughter
Noisy birds and bunches of green leaves swaying in the afternoon breeze
Seeing your face when you opened the door
The happiness in your eyes
The sun on my shoulders
And how good the air smelled when you came outside

I remember stopping for water
And watching you drink
Watching the water on your lips
The weight of your breasts in your shirt

I remember being ready to turn around and go back home
Walking our bikes to the backyard and
Washing up before getting something to eat from the kitchen
And after eating
Going upstairs to take a nap with the window open
All the sounds of summer coming in

I remember quietly undressing when we awoke
You closing the door and coming back to bed
Moving with you and
Sweating with you and
Being as hungry as you were

I remember loving to be with you
And that being beautiful.

Copyright 2004 Eric Nunnally

Bird

2004-05-15T16:38:00.000-07:00

Afternoon peacefulness
The sky is kissed with the memories I press
Gently against the outdoors of my mind

Forgiving the hurt of
All those little white rocks
Turned out to be as simple as
Walking in the grass

And to my satisfaction
Each green blade soothed every cut
Dousing the fires of my addictions
In a bed of cool kisses

The reasons I knew
Faded like wind swept whispers
Cooling in the summer air like
Hidden sunshine

And I dismissed every pebble I tossed
That plopped and sank beneath the surface of
My understanding

Free to finally let go of my heart and breathe
Washed in the air I swear I
knew before

Copyright 2004 Eric Nunnally

Contemplation

1996-02-23T17:03:00.000-08:00

I want to say a scandalous thought,
but I hesitate
for lack of clever words.

At times I think - therefore I am
and wonder what to do.

Do I speak it
or have I already,
but the sound just missed your ear.

Out of tact and
controlled
resistance
I choose a silent oath.

But oh these thoughts inside my head
collide at a feverish pace...

It keeps me healthy - mentally
that is
for activity is better than none.

So, don't you think that I don't think
because I certainly do -

The thoughts are so damn clever however,
that they take forever to be born.

Copyright 1996 Eric Nunnally

Absolution

1995-12-06T16:22:00.000-08:00

(Don't do that!)
engaging me in conversation
stirring up all my attention
caught me dreaming while your lips were moving
forming words...

on the edge of vulgar pulses
slipping on my need to mask this
energy I'm spilling at your feet,
I'm over reaching you.

cant hear clearly when you're in the room
my eyes are caught up in the moonlight
you've got coming from the way you look at me.

I'm embarrassed by my sense of you
your form beneath your costume: nude
the warmth I find, a hunger ravaging my soul
to seize.

locked on deeper than your face
behind this space
next to this time
not here
but somewhere all surprise,
so that, when you would look around...
I would be all that you know
your only contact with your soul
the only
softest
whisper
born.

if I could only spirit you
to some fantastic place where you
could only look around and see
me: your familiarity
and all you know would I then be
as gentle as a summer breeze.

I am brought within a touch of nothingness
from kissing you
drinking the excitement of your eyes caught unaware
and die like maddened butterflies
feeling the strengthened arch of your fall

to rise and slide my arm around you
show how fluid I could be
outside myself
and let you feel me like some passion-play :
Id bathe you and you need not worry bout my eyes
for even blind I would enjoy the ecstasy of confessing
my sins to you.

Copyright 1995 Eric Nunnally