UNTITLED
inside our careful domain
outside expected conformity
we substitute fantasy for rules and
logic for an imagined creativity;
arm to arm, we wrestle with
our feelings and the love of what
we offer willingly... uncontrollable;
easily we slip past each other
as we lay facing the floor,
our mouths touch
our lips are soft and longing
our bodies move closer together
and we hold tightly until it is over.
February 25, 1985
UNTITLED
the white haired couple hides well the
years of struggle beneath their
wrinkled skin and as each are bent
forward slightly whisper a quiet
conversation occasionally pausing
but quickly returning to their
partner's admiration and the
singularity of their companionship;
the old couple, lazy after years
of wasted movement, enjoys the
passing minutes of the day and the
brevity of what they cannot stop;
how many sunrises have they seen, I wonder?
and who they were before they met;
the tree they planted when first married
and used for firewood just last year;
my eyes for one brief moment and the
couple before me simply disappeared;
I go back often to find the wisdom
so easily shared that afternoon and\the
vision is gone along with the couple
and my wife and I remain apart and I'll
always wonder just who I saw there
the day, last year, when I left you.
February 23, 1985
UNTITLED
quietly we lay together
in each other's arms and
escape into a silent serenity
of our private thoughts;
softly our whispers teasingly
take us to a dreamlike fantasy
from which our romance
disrobes the fabric of our reality;
our partner's beauty reflected
by the eye's mirror is absorbed
as our bodies remove all doubts
of our innocence and we are together
alone for the first time as we make love;
our tears scorching the mutual
souls of our desires and remain
forever in our sacred hearts.
February 19, 1985
UNTITLED
cast upon the ground like shadows
we exist in semi darkness and
survive within the paradox of images
described in metaphors and similes;
all our yesterdays more than simple memories
hauntingly dwell forever within
the special corners of our souls;
protected backward glances into a time that seemed
endless stopped as quickly as it had begun;
a time more genuine that before where
our love was casually determined and
we were its lustful victims sacrificing sane
obligations for one brief but perfect erotic moment.
February 18, 1985
UNTITLED
we stand before each other as if at the base of an
altar and ceremoniously our clothed bodies embrace;
rapturously, we offer our thoughts and feelings
as our touch explores each other's secrets;
silent and graceful and looking into each eyes
we remove all garments until our nakedness
and pulse are the only things aware to us;
your body betrays its beauty as its softness is
partially but erotically hidden from my view;
our desires are quickly heightened while we
anticipate our partner's touch and both sensing
the sensuousness of the tan vest and both
confident all expectations will be resolved;
our kisses, reluctant at first, test our willingness
to surrender, becoming prolonged as the fluorescent
glow soothes our covertness as our tongues probe
and inflame the desires we so cleverly hid behind
along with quick glances and body language we
ensured was only reserved for the two of us;
gradually we moved towards the floor facing
our exposed bodies, touching from head to toe;
your head cradled in my arms looks at me with
longing eyes as we move even closer and our
lips press softly and gently together encouraging
our bodies to press even closer together, molding
each other into one rhythmic expression of lust;
trembling, we feel ourselves being wrapped with
blankets of unrestrained erotic desires justifying
quivering hands finding our moistness and
skillfully triggering that moment of sensation
that joins us together forever inside, solidifying
the undeniable and incredible truth of our love.
February 8, 1985
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