Jarring issues of her quick to shift occasions of desire & The rueful balancing of his emotions with a willingness to walk/(always)(away)/... Gently harsh and rather subliminal negotiations As even vulnerable giving glances can be a gestation of kinds Moments of tumblers spinning and edging in the quiet vicinity of deft clicking Caring abandon, dancing in and out of a playground whirlwind The desperate spirit of a need to sing Improvisation in a shaky firmament of freshly emerging glosses Deserted crossroads in shifting sands, or an initial escalation of productive patience... Apprehension of years and yearning Mounting sense of altaring territorialities Disquieting terrains of novel forgings Tempermentation of lover's legacies Heavy dues, freely if naively paid Parallel processes of having once been left abandoned devastated in the wreckage of abandoned tandemness Cutting to a hedging Evolving fertile doubt of profound absence The fates of on-point emotions and whether they will be found in steady alignment yet again Comfortable synchronicity evaporating into old original landscaping freshly reworked by the two Un-toward comfort of one another's eyeful Prohibitive definition given a rest Rapid eclipsing of miraging boundaries Well enough alone as no sure thing Leaving as a beautiful beginning or the finishing touch of it's own ultimation Suspension... Bridging Irony of need Leaving open the freedom to go wanting Caring with provisional continuity Does it even matter if either shatters the trance (2) Do you only seems to be where you mean to be A distant Sonoran bluff as a calling Someplace mist taken for dream Phenomenological gamble Neutral ground that may be ever again compromised Rearrival of the lost echoing moans of ancestry And the inherent danger that she is one of those who draw near through a cold bravery Chances being either heavy of slim Rare waters hitting the blade of an "undershot wheel" of desire Midst a seeming vacua which draws conclusions and gives ways An impossible craving for a demythology of full omniscience,,, during the fu sheer press of desire Twin joys of ephemeral transition The awakening of a substitution for the strength of illusion The looming anxiety of no anxiety comes into play Emptyness were as though everything Her swift thrust of trust which hews a momentary sense of adequate security... As long as you are too quick to mull The enchanting fear of losing the power of a-voiding Hungry gorge of the transition to fullness What coalescence occurs when the wonderings dance distantly in the ether Whispering bells of Sonoran memory The carillon in the adobe tower, of the monastery outposted in the valley of dense mesquite, hangs silently, santuarilly stark Dare you trade the fantasy for that which could not imaginably be the same The taking of being taken Rivetted interest and the surety of a hand diven into front pocket for a casual anchoring Humble legend of cotton-afielding, living awn in blue jeans Meander of thought while walking the in the fruits of desert blaze Once again Upon a time (3) In-the-vest tenderness Cottonwoods in the arroyo indicating solitary wellspring Hush of desert poignancy The sensation that she does not miss a thing... (4) 1-For the part of the way through this poem's evolution I used the title Mojave Hushings. Hoever, since I had the phrase "Sonoran M memory" in the poem, and since said phrase felt to me somehow indigenous, I decided that I needed to change Mojave references to Sonoran, so as to no be referring to two different deserts in one poem. In some senses I prefer the feel of the word Mojave, rather than Sonoran, for the purposes of this poem. Conceivably, anyplace where Sonoran is used, K Moh Mojave could be alternately used in it's stead. Ambient Footnotes (music and influences) "Spoon and F Rafter" (CD)-Mojave 3 "Feast of Wire" (CD)-Calexico "A Fistful of Sounds"-Ennio Morricone (CD) Titoli Theme From A Fistful Of Dollars "A Fistful of Dollars Suite" La Resa Dei Conti Il Vizio Di Uccidere Addio Colonnelo Per Qualche Dollaro In Piu Carillion Once Upon a Time In The West Farewell to Cheyenne Man With a Harmonica A Dimly Lit Room Bad Orchestra Finale The initial impulse for this poem came while listening to an enchanting song by a female vocalist whom I only recently became aware of. A simple initial notion sprang to mind:"My Need To Let Her Want", as I was listening to the song. Subsequently, while writing the s poem, I listened to this song again and again whilst being equally being movd by the artwork gazing at the artwork and posing on the CD insert and case. Somehow, To actually mention the vocalist's name, would feel to me to be too patronizing. If You've nothing better to dom, you can go figure... "Man With No Name" Woman With No Name... Whatever