our hearts beat in out-of-time rhythm
as we lay side-by-side on the floor;
our bodies tingle with quiet vibrations
as we try to hold back our recklessness;
muffled gasps of excitement escape
between parted lips and we turn away
in mutual fear of our reminded fantasies;
vainly we steal quick glances
at our partner's unclothed desires
and realize our own buried passion,
when released, burns our brand inside
our private moments that were once
carefully wrapped by the unseen
strength of our dreams, and as we
melt together, we unite ourselves in
the spirit of each other's love...
May 14, 1984
Untitled
carelessly we shelter our thoughtsprotective and secure as we hold onto
them like loose change in our pockets;
recklessly, we abandon despair and
reach out for the warmth of the sun
and the memory of our tomorrows.
May 23, 1984
\All Treasures are not Found
little-by-little we remove the worn
exteriors of our independence,
announcing yesterday's feelings as
newly released passion lyrically
narrows the distance, pulling our
essence into a delicate balance;
willingly, we reluctantly surrender,
yet, everyday we long for the desires
burnt upon our breasts while bravely
we trust in our own futile future.
May 11, 1984
quietly we presuppose
our love allows the future
to command our wills
and remain on call
while we develop
our own lives
apart and separate,
set in motion
by latent differences,
we brought frustrations
into rediscovering
how to miss
the reality of fantasies
and to belong
to the partnership of risks
that planned encounters
and rearranged
our complacent lives.
May 14, 1984
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