Richard Spisak

Aphrodite on the internet half shell

  

partially emerged, from the tiny text carvings

a mind illumed

 

sweet thoughts like berries

 in a hot summer afternoon

press to my minds lips

staining in joy and wonder

 

tiny characters

bearing such weighted thoughts

can I caress the brain

who hears this electron-ferried caring

 

can I touch the fingertips with this typing

as these words land gently in your mind

floating like Monet’s lilies

on our newness

 

rippling words

do this small service

press your cool hand to her brow

trace her chin with this line

rest soft like feathers stroke her hand

 

where mine might,

were distance and time less real

or thought like lighting beyond space

the time I spend in your mind and I in yours

such atomic beginnings in the

rumble of electronic typings thunder

the first gifts

written in memory of all mothers

yes, you welcomed those babes at your breast

gave them from your own life sustenance

 

thought first of them, their, pleasure, their pain their needs

then some other, then yourself

 

brought them through the most holy sacred gate they will enter ever

into the world and into a human life

it can be readily said, you gave them the very first gift

before the gods at the cradle round bestow those precious others

 

you clothed them in flesh gave them their first form

what cells and man and fashion could give you gave first

before your gift there was nothing and your giving-self

made every other giving possible

 

when the first cry is heard it calls your name

when each searching hand first reaches out it reaches out for yours

 

when you press the tiny lips to your breast and smell those first tender breathes

those sweet gardens scents are meant for you alone

as tiny fingers first begin the long lonely search they search first for you

never is this new being more beautiful, than when seen with your eye

never is the kind of blessing given, than that given from your eye and heart

 

no wonder

the mother is so universally blessed

no wonder such special blessedness belongs first and last to mothers

she has given so much of her flesh, and her heart

the first gifts

If you were in Oslo

If you were in Oslo, I wouldn't wait,

Or go slow, If you were in Vienna.

I would rush to being with ya!

 

If you were in Marid, Let me tell you, kid!

If you were in Rome, I'd make you really feel at home.

 

If you were in Bern, That's all I'd have to learn.

But you were in Shanghai, I would never ask you when or why.

 

If you were in Johannesburg, I'd tell you, all the things I heard.

If you were in Singapore, Quick as an email-I'd be at your door

 

If you were in Rio, I'd be so very glad to see you.

If you were in Vladivostok, I'd let you pull, My stockings off.

 

If you were in Minsk, You'd really be convinced.

If you were in Marseilles, I'd say, all there is to say

 

If you rested in Beirut, I'd demand to ply my suit

And if you came to Dubai, You'd never need to ask me why

 

And were you in Shannon, I'd be there like a cannon.

But no matter where, it's in the heart- Is Where the journey starts