Monday, May 25, 2020

Nineteen Eighty-Four Series XIV of XX

The Big House
we gave each other love
you teaching me how to love
I you how to make love;
we both consumed ourselves
in each other's passion and
experienced the fragile
nature of our feelings;
our desires, like wet clothes,
clung to us and our lips
skillfully controlled our sensuality,
our bodies harmonized
pressing firmly together,
allowing us to feel
each other's excitement
and spasms like two
tormented lovers released
from their abstinence;
fingers burned yesterday's
memories into the thin
membranes of our rewoven souls;
opened pores breathed in,
filling our stained lungs
with the stamina to continue;
mentally we gave ourselves
totally knowing in absolute terms
what we thought we wanted,
saying the completed sentence
in silent gestures, realizing that
our eyes already knew the truth.

May 3, 1984

For A Long Time
casually we exist in each other's shadows
imbued with a soft understanding
a quiet elegance of memories
carved into our souls forever;
we reflect an external salvation
the illusive palette of our lives filled
with colors, mixed and rearranged,
forming endless patterns and sensations
in our bodies that demonstrated our longing
on the canvas that we had no where to hang;
and...  as we moved into different spaces
and confronted ourselves with new experiences
we cried out for the loss of the past
etched long ago in the seagull skies above
our passion as if it were some sympathetic
reminder that our love will last a long time.

April 23, 1984






Untitled
costumed lovers dressed in moonlight
silhouetted reflections against the
pale crystalline pond of desire,
together yet separate
fatalistic yet complete
stunned by the magnitude of feelings contrary
to their own behaviors,
are joined as one and are centered
in their own frustrations;
careful and deliberate they bathe in
each other's heated passion and undulating movements
as their own rhythms carelessly move like
ocean tides across their bodies;
moist tongues explore their passionate recesses
leaving trails that glisten in the dim light of the evening
and allow the tingling sensations to bond
their two slim bodies together;
gently, these blind lovers, robbed of their limitations,
manifest their sensuality in their hands where
delicate caresses quietly soften the eroticism
flowing through their veins and fully accept the
aphrodisiac satisfaction that has momentarily intertwined
their bodies, their love, and life's pleasant encounters.

April 19, 1984


Untitled
outwardly we suffer internally
and sharing not our silence, we
sparingly conserve our affections
and the monotonous sequences
of futility our lives have taken;
our protectors...  life's survivors
dictate the commands that draws
taut the  marionette strings of our
futuristic and futile existence.

April 18, 1984


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