as we suffer in the realities
of the decisions made for us
like some ancient ritual still
encased in the pyramid bowels
whose spirit reaches beyond
imagination and withdrawal
of the senses occurs in
syncopated rhythms as
pond ripples gentle reflect
the calmness of afternoon walks...
and coffee...
and embraces that brought us
close to the essence of pure emotions
and the belief that we must soon
follow the luck of the Irish
whose faceless grin announced
our compassion...
our resolution...
and our willingness to surrender
ourselves to our inner secrets
and inadvertently fall in love.
April 4, 1984
Untitled
in between reality and fantasy we
cling to our possessed wills and see
the darkness of each other's souls;
in between the question's answer
and openness and casual expression
we attempt to provide protection;
in between nights of lost and restless sleep
we carefully trace the time spent together
and why we let the evening's end;
in between walking at my pace and
allowing an obscure distance to occur,
we allow torment and confusion to hide
the uncomplicated life we tried to lead.
January 30, 1984
Untitled
cloaked in a night veil of secrecy
balance by rituals of risk and loneliness
predetermined by guilt
fatalistic and cautious
unhampered by conventions or their denial,
I locked myself in a cocoon of creativity
proclaimed self-indulgence
cut the lifeline of sharing and being shared
floated aimlessly and
only tangent to life and its purpose,
I became foreign in my native land
and was forgiven yet my thoughts remained
hidden away like some closeted homosexual
and my tears released my passion
repossessing my insecurities and
my feeble ability to reach out.
January 30, 1984
Untitled
one by one I lay my burden
upon your back as it begins
steadily arching upward,
your blood flows through my veins,
the sweat from my body fall like
teardrops on your womanhood...
we are one, complete;
gentle fingers quietly trace the
outline of your body and eyes
gaze into each other's reflection as
time momentarily stops and
we explore limitations,
define boundaries and
experience the mysticism that
seems to be pulling us together...
slowly revolving around lips that
explore each other's softness
while eyes penetrate...
melt... and absorb;
hands render sensations through
the fabric of our souls...
intertwined, yet separate we
maintain the brevity of the moment...
postponed...
embrace...
and fade away our
bodies retain the vibrations
of trembling hearts and we
long for the subtle caresses
that stole our securities and
protected our togetherness.
February 1, 1984
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