Varna

Varna, visited in the
dusty summer
late afternoon
Pulling back the thick
velvety curtain
To reveal a past
history of pleasurable
encounters

Varna, in the thirties
a town of new prosperity
Quiet streets, lined
with shady trees
Balconies and eloquent
small scale statements
Of good living
In houses and flats

A peaceful town of
Love and laughter
Strains of music
And groans of 
ecstasy

Echoing through
corridors of soft
light
Smoke of cigarettes
pervading the
love light
atmosphere

Varna, a town frozen
in the past
Between two wars
of world encounter
Sleepy and soulful
Softly closing the
door on the new
day
Loving the past
In quiet
passion
Roses and sweet
breathe of years
gone

August 25, 1998
Michael David Coffey


Old Religion

On worn stones of
old trodden floors
A church of ages
long forgotten
Icons, gold
and blue, old
long forgotten
Memories
stolen in the 
mists of storms
Candles, flickering
flames 
Fragile moments
In thick air
of an 
Old Religion

August 26,1998
Michael David Coffey


Veil

Veil, on a gray smoke
horizon of stars
Diamond spikes
in the haze
Bright neon flashes
in my imagination

Veil, drawn back
to reveal a soft
Brown silky skin
In the shadows
Glistening, warm
Inviting smell
of my imagination

Veil, taken away
Seeing you deeply
Loving in your simplicity
Erotic pleasures in
your mind
Brightness in the room
Imagine

August 26, 1998
Michael David Coffey


Memories

Lost in my thought
Pictures, moods, poetry
Somewhere in
my inner self
Mysteries images
woven in webs of
finesse

Trying to reveal my
thoughts
Trying, delving
into inpenetrable
Layers of Life
Finding and
recovery
Memories

August 27, 1998
Michael David Coffey



Passionate Thoughts

A night in the 
Moonlight room
Thrusting inward
Into your delicious
cavern of a 
Mind experience
Thinking 
Passionate Thoughts

A night replete with
Embracing visions
Pulling backward
Away from you
Desires
Remote from
Your wishes
Thinking

A night in rapture 
Mind intermingled
With yours
Inward deeply
Driven

In the dark
Lubricated Tunnel
Of ecstasy
In passionate
Thoughts

August 27,1998
Michael David Coffey



Wakening

Wakening, full of thoughts
On the balcony
Writing ferociously
Words flowing like
Crystal cascades
Of a heavenly vision

Wakening and writing
Furiously
Possessed by inner
Imagination
Phrases and visions
Flowing relentlessly
Across the page

Wakening in the glorious
Day
A dark sea sun
Warming my torso
Stirring the ego
And melting the
Waxen ink
To allow it freedom
Of Expression

August 27, 1998
Michael David Coffey

Bulgaria

Bulgaria, ancient land
of Bulgars, Turks
Thracians
And Greeks
Ancient monasteries
Vineyards
And Legends

Land of early Christianity
Cyrillic alphabet
And Revolutions
Uprisings and
Defeat
Land of music
And poetry

Black Sea colonies
Thracian, Roman
And Greek
Old coins
Graves
And earthen relics
Oil lamps

Golden icons
In old, old churches
Byzantine arches
And walled fortifications
Princesses and
Legends
Seascapes

Black, white, red
Geometry in blouses
Ancient musical
Instruments, bagpipes
East West fusion
In faces
And places

Bulgaria, land
Of roses, essence
Peppers, tomatoes
Peaches and grapes
Land of blood 
And toil
And quiet
Lingering

August 27, 1998
Michael David Coffey


Connection

Black sea, surfing
Sweeping the shore
Making swirling
Connection
To the Balkan sand

Fine sand, sloping
Steeply to the sea
Scattering crystals of
Earth
To the Black Sea

Here connection
To a primeval force
Of lives lived
And those living
In a Balkan dream
Reality

August 27, 1998
Michael David Coffey


Now!

Now
Is 
A
Moment
In an ocean
Of blue cycles
Whirlpools
Of ceremonial
Columns
In concert

Now
Is 
A 
Touch
In a soft feather
Bed of red
Satin cloth
Cycles of Passion
Of sumptuous
Sex
In collision

Now
Is
A
Reaction
In a quiet conversation
Of green light
Rainforest
Falling branches
And 
You
In the primeval
Forest

Now 
Is
A 
Meeting
In a subway station
Of gray light
Electric movements
Speeding train
And
You 
In motion

Now 
Is 
A 
Fusion
You and me
In red light passion
Among the roses
Entangled 
Stinging thorns
Of sensuality
In sensual giving

Now
Is 
A
Being
Me and you
In a black light night
Among the stars
Thrusting, pushing
Our way
Frantically
In ultimate
Communion

Now 
Is 
A.
Religion
Of living life
Now
In multicolored
embrace
Of everything
around us
Now is
In living-
Now!

August 27, 1998
Michael David Coffey