WIND WARRIORS
we walk on floors of leaves, softened
by an overabundance of rain,
soiled boots leave faint reminders
of our trespassing path,
animals scurry curiously
for uncovered food,
we silently remember
our vows of time;
wind warriors in a universe
all to ourselves foretold
by H. G. Wells...
our leaves too must fall
in multi-colored patterns,
their seeds buried in shallow graves,
unmarked and waiting for Spring;
we are time bandits and for
almost a decade have sustained
our cascading influence...
a circle of rings holds us fast,
our roots atrophied by time slowly
nurse the earth's nectar now.
October 15, 1985
TWO LOVERS
just a simple kiss
unfolding
as the pedals of a rose
yielding a subtle softness
like a baby's skin or the
creamy texture of your
inner thigh wrapped
carelessly yet tightly
around mine;
tenderly your longing and
caring invites my
passion and desire to
probe further
deeper
with my tongue,
wetting your lips as
I withdraw,
soothing
reassuring,
to kiss again
sliding past your lips
into a surrogate opening
as two lovers are joined
feeding each other's passion
of sensations and our
own haunting sensuality
mounting...
rising...
erotic...
touching those places
saved ,
for later,
pulling back
looking into each other's eyes
tormenting...
a face that glistens
with excitement
wanting to give in\
and take,
take what we've created,
smiling
caressing each other's faces
with heated fingertips
quickly kissing,
slowly...
wildly...
pulled inside as if
magnetized ...
as if on fire...
waiting...
wondering if we
should postpone...
lost control
but neither losing,
protecting what's ours
so we may soon
making love again.
October 9, 1985
GIVEAWAYS
unspoken boundaries
guidelines
our feelings make
with admission
a deepening involvement
an endless array of
lights and bells and with
a song and a dance;
lipstick stains and
give-a-ways, the
weekend flirts with
depression and I watch
it pass and tears cleanse
what little guilt is allowed
as Tuesday's child is
married and we avoid the
basic rustic brown.
October 8, 1985
A BURIED PAST
our birthright fades
weakened by a natural maturity
enfilade and drifting scars
that didn't heal
suppressed influences
weekly sessions of
groping and peeking into nothingness;
community property
eight times two and youth of thirteen,
females feeding
stealing our daily emotions and caring,
we touch through forgotten
sentiments sealed in a tomb
of lifelong resentments,
a wandering commitment
which seeks out its own equilibrium
and learning what was
before us forgotten.
October 7, 1985
SIMPLICITY FAILS
down together we lie
in mutual regret,
face-to-face
breathing life into an
emotional quicksand;
a time to postpone and
flee as fleeting moments
digress into prolonged goodbyes
and we dream again
uninterrupted...
to dream before the
winter encroaches and
wants it back;
names remain mentors
in our imaginations when
our lives were simple,
kind and patient but our
intensities replaced a
natural glibness...
down and dirty we grasp
at each other's love
retracing footsteps to a
woodless clearing of random
glances and shedding exteriors;
feeling the wind
a gentle breeze against
our naked bodies and
free flowing rhythms of
common self-indulgence.
September 30, 1985
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