Poetic Hours
Online
Autumn 2008
Kyle Riveral

Stay With Me

Stay with me, Love, feeling truer than life,
Roaring aloft the poet's silent scream.
With your perfumed mist line my arid night,
Giving gloss to shadows day denies gleam.
And when you depart, before I, my world,
Do I deplore your deliberate fleet
More or less than death's breath upon you hurled,
When, death weaves its path beneath all our feet?
On both trails sorrow stings reason to pulp,
Leaving all understanding where love left.
For man's rage, death's too elusive to sculpt;
Or in her, cause of my demise is kept.
Oh Love, with your kiss swimming in my blood,
Keep my mind light as dew- stay with me, Love!



In

In the soft acts we perform
To retrieve peace and retain
Childhood serenity,
In the strung up holidays,
Dripping clouds, murmurous baths,
There's a certainty like each
Moment crashing on the last.

And yet there's afterward a
Looming nameless void with gasps
Of syncopated moments,
Unraveling us to the
Floor with cyclical hands and
Making us want to dive back
In and retrieve it again.






Open

In that morning light
That slices the air
To its knees and quells
Its June temperament,
It reveals songs to
The eye and pedals
Within every crease
Of your dreaming frame
Curled up like a shell
Beneath seas of sheets,
Setting your beauty
Ablaze before it
Pitches itself forth
And tramples the day.