December 1988 - page 4

1.
the evening said good night first

and my eyes grew heavy

and my arms fell limp

and my legs ached with tiredness

and my dreams decided to spend

time with yesterday's lovers.

2.

it was too soon to tell anyone

yet the summer rains had

prevented an early fall again.

3.

you left a message for me to call

and when I did, you were

concerned that you have angered me,

how strange that this behavior

should follow my attraction for you.

4.

the moment passed for

we too now since

our moods have sent

each other packing

and looking for

someone else who

we can call our own...

the time is most nearly

not our own and

never was intended

to be as we much

surely realize by now...

we are at the end of

the moment passed.

5.

the mantel spirit above our

den's fireplace provided me

with clues in a effort to

keep down the inside pollution.

6.

no one is really sorry

each time we apologize 

we do it all over again,

and again and

again...

over and over and over

and over and over

and over and

over and

over...  no one is ever

really that sorry to 

keep this from happening.

7.

our baskets overflow with the

wonderful things we give others

and are empty upon returning home.

8.

it was a shallow grave where

we buried our love...

digging it up every so often

to make sure it's still there...

it was an awful life once and we

realized how to leverage security.

9.

"I would feel the same way if I was happy,"

he said, not understanding the question

or its alleged purpose...

"But, you don't know that," she said

questioning his sincerity...

"feelings are not just feelings," he responded

"and besides I know me..."

"and, knowing what you think you know,"

she responded, "is the heart of our problems."

10.

she sat on the deck reading while

he painted the images of his

poems on a canvas...  reluctant

at first, she could not visualize

their affair...  as she was happy

and relatively content and he

was a good provider and she

would not give that up for a

night of unrestrained passion,

she could not explain how deeply

she cared about him if ever asked.