And
Then She Put Her Clothes On and Left...
—by Mishka
Zakharin
“From out of
the nothingness of nowhere and no-how and what the hell is the point anyway,
the beautiful essence of inspiration saunters by… attraction sparks… intrigue
builds… fantasies evolve… interactions take place… desires are explored…
affection blooms… adoration shines forth… the ‘L’ word is first whispered – and
then shouted out to the world!… wrapped snugly in the unity of conjoined being,
reveling in the sanctimonious giddiness of love and life and naughty things all
about… she pulls me close – any closer and I’d be behind her (butt, of course, the view’s
pretty nice back there as well…) – she whispers in heated passion: ‘Oh – thou!
Thou, my glorious man-god! Thou,
my eternal soul-mate! Thou, O great and
mighty Zeus – thou!’ …So, pushing her
away, I said, ‘Zeus?! My name is
Mishka!’ And then she put her clothes
on and left….”
Poetry BookSurge
Copyright: 2003 ISBN
1-59457-021-3
Excerpts—
Then She Put Her Clothes On and Left…
…and then she put her clothes on
and left… leaving me to drift—
to wallow—to flounder—
within the remembrance
of her ambient—
to writhe amidst the degradation
of our conjoined being…
leaving me to float
in the dissipating waft
of her perfume…
as I lay, clinging to the warmth
lingering in the bed beside me
after her hasty departure—
after throwing on her unders,
shrugging into her overs,
and, yet in utter disarray,
storming off in a huff…
abandoning me to a cold, harsh reality
without her…
—though I can’t help but giggle…
for when she realizes
we were at her place,
Katyayani’s Dharmadhatu
Mishkan-martinis
and a cigar
by candle-light—
with She
who is my beacon bright
to shine forever
through gray, bleak shadows
of reality…
‘I don’t really
at all like cigars..’
She confides,
casting a wary glance;
‘—but, since it’s You,
I guess I can deal with it…’
and She sultrily
takes another drag…
‘Well, to tell You the truth,’
I reply—
knowing full well
to tell Her anything else
would make Her dissolve
into smoke
and wisp away entirely—
‘sometimes You can sort of be
a bit of a pain in the ass…
but, since it’s You,
Love
To lionize and focalize—
to act, write, or vocalize—
the inspiration of her beauty
and the impetus of her being
creates the demand and the desire
to pull the subjective from the objective;
to draw forth the abstract from the surreal,
and the specific from the abstract…
“Her essence is forever changing,
impossible to ever truly understand—
her quintessence is forever wild and free,
impossible to ever truly command;
at times liquid, at times ethereal,
and solid only by her inconstant vagary—
never could anyone truly possess her,
but by the whims of her unending waggery…
to know her and feel her all you can do
is hold perfectly still and let her come to you….”
November 26, 2002
The summer of my soul
in the winter of my existence—
I fly!—I cry…
I writhe in yearning
—and helplessness—
in love and desire
—loneliness and despair—
…your essence screams endlessly
throughout my being…
your being shall, without end,
Musings – #55
She strums
at my heart-strings—
never failing to strike a chord
as she plucks at my yearning notes…
perhaps she’s just fiddling around,
prancing about, as she does,
in the resonance of her G-string…
yet I think she’s anything but a lyre…
Contents—
Then She Put Her Clothes On and Left…
January 7, 2002
Baton Rouge
Lioness
Thalassa
Mira of Finland
Ode to a Random Woman – 2
February 27, 2002
Discourse:
Nephew #4
Of Presumed Excellence
Belly-girl
Wants and Kneeds
Heaven’s Turnstile
November 5, 2002
Vodka Gimlet, With a Slice of Lime
Katyayani’s Dharmadhatu
“Tess”
Symbiosis
The Night Before
After-glow
She Turns Away
When She is Near
Bacchanalia
Confluence or Dissolution
The Wall
A Light Beyond
Where the Desert Meets the Sea
Ode to Sonnet #18
Love
Arbor Day
Mira: the Sonnet
Bayshore
November 26, 2002
‘Someday, Luna…’ – 2
March 26, 2002
March 28, 2001
November 1, 2002
Musings – #52
Girl of My Dreams…
Title Babe
She Lies Naked in My Bed
Saturday Morning
Mira of Finland – 2
Ode to a Random Woman- 3
March 2, 2001
I Wonder…
There Is Spied a One
The Goddess of Spring
October 5, 1997
Velika
Musings - #37
Overly Presumptuous…?
Desideratum
May 21, 2001
Salacia
I Think of Her
In the Darkening Night
Ides of June
The Quintessential Essence
October 4, 2001
Something Hurts
February 13, 2003 (2)
Desdemona
Musings – #55
Ishtar – #2
She
She (2)
Mira, Farewell…
Nine Shots of Tequila
June 11, 2001
February 20, 2001
Musings – #43
This Poem
Lark’s Song
“Don’t Touch Me!” – 2
October 10, 1999
The First Robin of Spring
Kalideva/Kavranna
Kavranna/Kalideva
Musings – #45
Capricious Kineticism
‘BANANA YOU!’
[Sequel to Daemon
Mishka – coming in ‘04]