A Very Special Love
we have developed a closeness
that solves our similarities
and compromises our neglect,
we photographed our desires
hanging them with other thoughts
in the quiet solitude of memories,
we gentle lift our spirits
when our reassurance questions
the boundaries we have set;
softly spoken we caress in words
what lovers do in darkness,
we put ourselves where we shouldn't be
and feel each other's pain as we
justify our regrets because our love
is special and bonds us together;
we share that unique quality
that permits us to be in love
as we love others who love us back
and we allow only that
which is positive to be a part
of us apart so that we might
keep the best of us together.
June 19, 1984
Untitled
drifting through life is clever disguiseswe paint new faces, lyrically composing
the one ones in lines without music,
while our helplessness is momentarily
postponed and a purposeful glance
woefully pressures us into submission.
June 14, 1984
we seldom see ourselves as attractive
yet we attract comparative glances
finding approval in their smiles and
accepting their false motives behind
their ritualistic improper advances.
June 10, 1984
Untitled
the warmth from the sun
heats my shoulders as the
winds mute it direction,
and Willie Nelson distantly sings,
"to all the girls we've loved before;"
the salt smell of the water
the faint cries of seagulls
cautiously blocks our reality
from which we have escaped
and momentarily we substitute
our routines for a haven of
free-spirited weekenders.
June 9, 1984
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