will my journey end
in your arms or will
I be abandoned like
so many times before?
January 1988
2.
I see you in my dreams at night
and in my thoughts in the day;
\I am afraid to let you know.
January 1988
3.
beyond your grasp I stand and
cannot escape my attraction;
carefully my eyes search for any
signs from you, wondering if
yesterday something was missed;
will I ever hold you in my arms and feel
the length of your body against mine?
lend me your heart in case my needs repair,
ask me to care and my feelings will be yours,
sail me away and I'll dream of us only
on paper and not bother you again.
January 1988
4.
I heard you crying and
wanted to comfort you
but when I arrived there
someone got there first.
January 1988
I see her in the bedroom,she
is familiar with it, sitting on
the bed with her eyes closed;
her hands move to her breasts
cupping them as would a man, the
one she imagines she is with now;
her hands move in between her legs
as she feels him in her... building a
a desire not felt in a long time,
until she finally cries out with joy;
breaking her trance momentarily
she realizes where she is and
seeing me in the window,
motions for me to enter.
January 1988
6.
she looks at me and says,
"don't be afraid and don't worry
you cannot wear it out honey."
January 1988
7.
I left you in a hurry
but not as fast as you
when we make love.
January 1988
8.
your hair pulled back and
in a bun made you look in
charge of things and someone
with whom I should not mess.
January 1988
9.
I had a thought or two
the other day and wrote
them down as best I could
remember and as you read
them aloud and made a face
I cowered in the corner.
January 1988
10.
once you were gone and
I was by myself, I prayed
you would not ever return.
January 1988
11.
there was a time when your
feeling did not matter only mine;
there was a time when I grossly
under estimated my need for you;
there was a time when all I wanted
was to be with you instead of being
alone or being with someone else;
there was a time when I was twenty
and my cage was never rattled and
bird songs I never heard until you;
there was a time when I would run
faster than the wind if you were to
call, but no more will I wait for you;
January 1988
12.
The congregated people
upon his arrival and wanted
to lynch him high when he did.
January 1988
13.
my bedroom light shines
where it is not needed and
rarely gives off enough
light to ever blow a fuse.
January 1988
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