The Blemish

Beside you I lie and lean on my right arm--

My left hand massages the bare skin, so warm,

Of your back, until I notice a small charm

Of dark color there.

Did you know a mole is on your back, my dear?

It sits right where tail-bone meets the back, right here

Where you feel my finger--one place that's not clear,

So small, dark, and rare.

"What does it look like? Is it wrinkled and strange?

I can't see it--I'm afraid it's out of range

Of my field of sight. Will it grow? Will it change?

Does it have a hair?

"I'm glad you can't see it--that makes it all mine.

A small part of you alone--I'm sure it's benign--

That you can't see, but through me--a point, a line

To your everywhere.

"Rub my back some more and leave my moles alone.

And while usually I do not dare condone

My parts claimed, I'll let you have the mole I own,

To keep us a pair.

Beside you I like and lean on my left arm--

My right hand massages the the smooth skin, so warm,

Of your back, enjoying the sight of your charm

Of dark color there. 

Pro and Contra Fraser

Timeless light shines through the window, the day

Making electric the atoms likely

To bring every object certain to move

Into the life that feeds and breathes and breeds

With slight intention over organic

Ways of seeing those symbolic goals we

Have made into concrete houses for us

To turn over to history--or, no,

History actually precedes by far

The uniquely human, the social found

In all our ape ancestors, chimpanzee

Culture, ritual, even medicine

Bringing them closer to us socially,

Since social history precedes humans,

Each of us, loosely, was already us,

Social like other social mammals, not,

Thankfully, like the murderous social ants--

We have built a very different house,

One where love lives, a bright electric light.

There is no such thing as collective love,

As we can learn from the collective ants,

There is only found among them murder. 

Melina and the Serpent

The plush toy rainbow snake I bought

Became alive in your sixteen-

Month-old imagination. Thought

Took hold of you to make a scene--

An eye-spark warning, then--attack!--

You thrust the snake toward your mom

And hissed, expecting her to back

Away in fear. An insight bomb

Goes off in me--you know before

You're told that snakes are scary things,

And that your mom should be afraid--

Your spark belies intention, flings 

Away false theories. You have made

The argument for knowledge we

Were born with. Hissing snakes invade

And your Dimetrodon bites me

Across my belly as you grin--

You were not taught these things, but you

Use ancient knowledge found within,

Evolved to help us know what's true.

Melina's Infant Dreams

I clean Melina's mouth now that she's full--

My lovely girl in blue has blue eyes closed,

And now she'll cuddle close to me to sleep--

I love to watch her when awake or dozed

Off sleeping--so I wonder, does she dream

Of her beloved mother feeding her? 

Perhaps she dreams her future--crocodiles

And music, acting plays--dreams she'll defer.

Self-Organization

Listen, all you false life-lovers:

Consider your wise man who says,

"Look upon the tree, does it live

Off of the deaths of any other?

So, too, must you live your own life."

Such wisdom is such foolishness:

All life continues if the sun

Continues on its path to death.

Birth belongs in death's love-embrace--

Parents die so their child may live--

Antelope die in lions' jaws--

Leaves are ground in antelopes' teeth.

Humans, the most alive of all

All the more require the deaths

Of others as a sacrifice--

The simple making more complex

Human thought and life possible.

The foolish haters of all life

Reject change, embrace death

That makes the more turn into less.

Unchanging nature is this death--

Humans made into animals, 

Animals made mere chemicals,

Chemicals made into atoms,

Atoms made into energy,

And all of this aline, mere death--

This is the image of evil;

Creative growth is that of good

And why God sees it all as such--

As beautiful and just and true.