Tony Kavuoti Poems

If you hide from your self in her, and in her sweet desires

make certain that it is satisfying and worth the high price you will paid.
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Her voice is such, her sassiness.

Her dark high cheekbone gorgeous face.
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As she puts the glass back on the bar and looks at me she says, You lost something.   I do not know why or how you lost it, but you  lost your real power  that you pretend   you do not possess.  Your  hiding from your self, but you know you lost your balls.  She nonchalantly calls to  the bartender who is very familiar with her to give her another Gin and club soda.  She turns towards me again powerfully. 

Now such as in such moments, it is as if she is channeling while seeing through me and into the concealed forgotten chambers of the depths of my soul. Now she has a hold of  a deep subline hidden corner of my soul, of a mysterious bardo depths of such consequence. 
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Her one room studio apartment is small, but it is crowded with her artful style, her humanity.

By her bed that we sit on to watch TV there is her white coffee table.
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It was so natural, almost no effort, nothing forced.

Feeling, surrender, active.
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