UNTITLED
a gentle side of morning awakens us
refreshed in a new image of yesterday
as we splash on tomorrow's memories
and dress carefully as today's lovers.
April 23, 1985
UNTITLED
the day falls short of
its own intended purpose
as the evening glow
casts shadows and the
sky blurs into its horizon;
sounds of night fill our
conscience with what we
do not hear and our
bodies grow limp in
each other's arms;
we hide the innocence
of our feelings and are
drawn together from the
strength of our love;
our mysteries... now
faint memories, have
become barriers to our
acquittal as we continue
to embrace the day's end
and our quiet time is
now used to say goodbye.
April 22, 1985
INTIMATE FRIENDS
when reality fades, our dreams drift
into restless desires and fantasies of
isolated beaches with nights full
of endless romance and unspoken
passions and conscious sensual
pleasures while tomorrow's fears
always try to avoid the journey.
April 19, 1985
UNTITLED
our lives, simple patterns of responsibilities,
sway in the breeze like two trees whose roots
hold fast and from whose branches we are
finally sheltered from the relentless storms;
our lives, reshaped excerpts of last night's dream,
protected in a blanket of pine needles, twist
and turn in the predicted routines oftentimes
expected when faced with inclement weather;
our lives, complicated by self-doubt whirlwinds
and hampered by lost opportunity illusions,
casually pretend a permanence like a hollow
tree that stands unencumbered among the living;
our lives, guided by a single-minded purposefulness
she the innocent exteriors of a youthful exuberance
as our roots reach out through rocky soil and
find a self-supporting need against the storm.
March 21, 1985
UNTITLED
you touch... and passions
are awakened I thought
inside were gone forever;
you kiss... and my body
tingles as I feel the heated
blood surge through me;
I touch back... in soft
circular movements and
kiss your cheek and the
corners of your mouth;
you eyes... half closed
beckon... and we make
love in unison and our
rhythms are automatic;
we are each other's lover
yet we belong and will
remain together always.
February 26, 1985
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