I.
somewhere along the way his
pleas went unnoticed and unheard,
his cries for help unanswered;
somewhere along the way his
feelings were put into lines of poetry
and as long as he continued to write
he was able to keep himself alive.
May 1988
II.
my yard is full of roses
and other plants and
flowers that keep me
appreciating the beauty
of what I cannot see.
May 1988
III.
the more she worked in the field
the tanner her lean body became
until the Mexicans noticed her
and wanted her all for themselves.
May 1988
IV.
we sat in chairs staring at
each other but it was you
who claimed I was staring and
you were just looking back.
May 1988
V.
we could not get enough of
each other and it seemed
as if there was nothing more,
wanting all we could have.
May 1988
VI.
rain brought life to the fields
giving us a chance to spend
more time together in bed;
we never got tired of giving.
May 1988
VII.
she was happy all day knowing she
would have her fill of him that night,
she left it alone so it would be ready later,
it would be him she would have today
and the reality must last her all month.
May 1988
VIII.
she was his and no one else's,
it was hard for her to believe,
but he always tried...
she loved him more than anyone before
and he tried to understand... but,
she had so many before and
he always wondered... he loved
her back expecting it not to last.
May 1988
IX.
a call was placed every five minutes
but always no answer...
and, at the window I drove by
seeing you with another
and the phone on the floor,
in the bed where we had been
just the day before and remembered
you had put the phone there
when it rang then as well.
May 1988
X.
can always...
be the way our love will go
when mistakes are upon us?
your love has me wondering
what my future holds with you.
May 1988
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