Letting Go

Listening for the call and wild
He moores within his soul
The somber sounds of laughter
Now napping on the knoll

Where once were time and infancy
Now arcs the weary land
A distant remnant and the rise
Of youth along the band

Wrapped around the demon
Now buried in his lap
He hangs upon the journey's end
As guilt wails upon the rack

He knows no way of going back
The call and wild he fears
Caught beneath the tree of life
He half blinks and calms his tears

Making Love to Paper

I heave the exhaustion of my day
upon the innocence of paper
whose promise brings purity to light

In expectation of truth
ejaculated passionately
as life exposed and the soul
draws near yearning to possess
the collaboration of our being-

and ink intercourses the whole

© Raymond t. Carter 2003

The Plunder of Youth

I squandered away my state of righteousness
For the plunder of youthful skin as autumn
And the Fall came quickly slipping and sliding between
The intercourse of lust and passion
And I was amazed only by what I'd lost
For more precious than what we'd gained.

© Raymond t. Carter 2001