disrobed and anointed, cleansed by the
purification of intentions, we stand
awkwardly facing each other, timid, yet
aroused as we behold our partner's beauty;
eyes transmit the longing, keeping us
motionless for endless minutes until,
like magnets, we are drawn together and
our cool flesh is heated... pulling us
into a trance-like state of sensations;
our motionless bodies gradually explore
texture and softness while our bonding
heightens every fiber, every nerve ending
of our being as we convey our pleasure in
reluctant kisses that release buried passion;
we are alive and our touch betrays our
willingness, allowing us to once again show
the love we hide inside like some sacred
treasure whose presence can only be
unveiled temporarily, and we can only
share those fleeting moments sporadically
always exceeding the point of no return.
July 26, 1984
For Those Who Ran Away
bring me home a lonesome traveler
bring me home a weary soul
I've walked my share of endless highways
and slept alone in the cool night air;
for twenty years I've wonder onward
for half my life I've seen the world
my mind's so cluttered with sights unwanted
I wear the truth of nature's scorn;
I know the earth and what she offers
shelter, food, and a wrinkled brow
and still I walk against the wind
and hold no ties and none hold me;
sometimes Lord, you'll hear me whisper
to take my soul and set me free as I
bear no grudges against my captors
I sing my song as I might see the
winds winds of war that last I ran from
have finally reached our and found me.
July 24, 1984
Untitled
jokingly we remarked on our
own sense of helplessness,
proclaim our own independence,
spending most of our time alone
while others occasionally rationalize
their security and venture into
the darkness for their prey and an
evening of isolated forgetfulness;
casually we allow our partners
to add our ship to their collection
as we constantly bail out the
affections that seep out from walls.
July 17, 1984
Untitled
tears slowly leave my eyelids while
my head looks in your direction and
I feel the weight of your body upon me;
your hands frame my face as mine
gently pull through your hair and our
eyes knowingly surrender our souls
and ecstasy shakes us closer as we push
the essence of our feeling together;
soft moans reach inside me, blending
my thoughts into yours and shaping
what little innocence we have left
into a desire that draws out our emotions
like some ancient incantation and we
embrace involuntarily as if possessed.
July 11, 1984
No comments:
Post a Comment