The Newness of Being

A long night

it was

the beginning

or the end

not knowing

one darkness

from the other

dark

my body

from yours

as one

two

sometimes three

we spoke

in open mouths

and tongues

languages

I never knew

feelings

never known

a sense of

being never felt

I came

with morning

at your side

the sun and I.

Neil Ellman

The Colors of Desire

The color of desire:

       green, sometimes,

or the suddenness of red

       when flesh

catches fire and spills

       onto sheets

of crumpled white

       orgasmic nights

becoming blue

       in the after-glow

of spent desire.

Neil Ellman

Neil Ellman lives and writes in New Jersey.  He has published hundreds of poems in print and online journals, anthologies, broadsides and chapbooks throughout the world.