PICTURES OF PEOPLE MAKING LOVE

PHOTOS D.R. WAGNER

This poem is from my book from Rattlesnake Press 

A LIMITED MEANS OF EXPRESSION

Rattlesnake Press 

The book is currently out of print

PICTURES OF PEOPLE MAKING LOVE

I was looking at some pictures

Of people making love and I wondered

Who they were this morning,

If they had walked along the cliff

Edge near the beach to watch the morning

Ease itself across the water?  Did

They smell the seaweed?  Did they

Listen to the wave sounds and the

Fog horns unanswered song as they talked

So beautifully you’d think the

Walls of heaven were being described,

Just by the way they were talking

To each other? Was it the sea

That made them remove their

Clothing and wander into each 

Other, wonder into each other 

‘Caravans spilling out of their thighs’

And the bones singing of the lovely

Flesh touching like this so

That they wanted to keep some part

In pictures and they did they had

Their talk and were as leaves

And were as faith is so we are told,

So they could return to these images

Wondering who they were then and what

Happened and why did it all look

Like this and who else would see

Them here and float away on the

Images watching the sunlight on

The flesh, the bells of their bodies

Making that sound full of hurrah

And the waves coming back into focus

After a long time?  The apple tree

Still in the background, the wonder

Piling up like forests against the sea.

Where is paradise now with its glory,

Its truth, the flames that are their 

Flesh, the nobility that lives above 

And shines incomparably on all human beings?

photo: D.R. WAGNER