Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
This poem is not inspired by a tragedy,
It is inspired by lives that lived,
Albeit shorter than expected,
Lives that lived
With truth and love and conviction,
In innocence,
This is for their individual lives of uniqueness,
That inspire still
Even once their visible light
Goes unperceived
By human senses
“Version 3.6”
I wrote this long before I even knew what it would feel like
to be loved and pulled in a way that…
or wait, I did know. I knew in a juvenile version,
a purified, clear love
that had no expectations
no demands. and here we are
so very close and yet so far,
in all directions,
cycling closer moment by moment.
i’m impatient. How do you wait
when so so very close?
i feel your calm,
and humor in seeing me squirm
for something i am so positive you’ve known
for so very, very long
and you soothe me, not to worry
“Desire”
no harm no foul,
all in its right time.
that the way love goes
its not about the phsyical
alone
its about something that transendsc all we know so well
all we know to well
and here we are in this virtual space
and i know
the desire was never a sin
it was a symptom of the pull
of being so close. often derailed,
malfunctioned by lose wires
“Broke”
you and I
we each broke
in and now we see the path we’ve traversed,
our shuttle to nowhere but each other.
could you drive in your sleep and find me?
dont, but
You’ll pass familiar attrations,
ones your history past
and past has imbued in your mind with memory,
but now its time to smash
smash the pain,
and realize those memories
were just place markers for everything else
“Bodies”
your loves are real
and syphoned into different bodies
for different purpose,
patience, love
it is what you think,
not all things you think are true,
this one is.
and you know
both do
we
both do.
“Game lost”
funny is cute and damn
I must make it so hard
to keep back all you know.
this is the slowest
most excruciatingly tender end
to a game,
i’ve already lost
as soon as I remembered
and thats always been the goal,
to lose, to let it go, to find
yourself in another body,
and together to grow
of ourselves
“UP”
together grow
ourselves
by raditaitng the want, the need, the care,
the love, the 2 am, 3 am fixation
in to a powerful tangle of ecstacy,
patience,
we’re both so good at that,
too good…
but times almost up.
times up.
that scares you
it terrifies me
how much needs to tell us
this is it?
and if its not…
it is.
“Children’s Wishes”
we manifested this as children,
before and when we knew each other,
child prayers, spells, wishes
are the most powerful,
you begged me to STAY
to know you
“Higher”
and you watched,
every word flow from my mouth
and pen,
before we both understood any of what it meant,
before we both “woke”
body, mind or soul,
we were each others alarm,
sirene you sang,
and it got me
higher
“Forgot to Hide”
i sang to you
and I forgot
why I might want to hide,
and here I am doing the same,
with fingers and words,
and I want,
and I need,
and i desire
and I want you to have everything
in the same
and new capacities,
“Beautifully Grown”
you made yourself
everything beautiful you wanted to be,
and I made myself the same,
of and for me
because that it just who we were,
and you fell
in all ways to the reality
and the possiblity of future,
and then you saw me
all
grown
up…
“DAMN”
and damn…
DAMN!
no other 4 letter word captures
the breathtaking shock
and what every fantasy
of yours has been wrangled
and poured into one body,
one embodied soul that you fell for
in a different time and place,
as a spirit, mind, body.
“dimples “
Seeing that smile makes me
feel like a child again,
and points me to eyes
eyes that I cannot figure out the color,
chocolate moonstone eyes
that color change
everything you
is a testatment
to all the things i wanted for self,
or admired in
a dream love….
right down
to the wetsuit
And my favorite animal
how better to lure the Oshun?
1.24.2023
Night is falling in too soon,
Suddenly,
Too soon,
The wind abruptly lifted from our lungs as we watch,
And recognize,
Too soon,
The good and sweet we recall of you,
Knowing this is too soon,
For the life that is yours to be removed from ours,
Tears they fall,
Or tears they stall,
As disbelief sets in,
We look to the great beyond
Wondering what resides there,
For you,
For each of us,
Demanding why,
Of Spirit we still long to know,
Long to understand,
If there is a why in the divine,
And what that is,
We demand to know,
For why do the sweet, the young, the innocent, the good need to go,
And in unideal manners,
And why should and do the good die young,
This is penance for those who remain,
To watch as you go,
We cry,
As weeping bodies,
Our sacrificial gift for one we love,
You are slipping into the greater existence now,
in and around us
Joining with spirit,
We will mourn your corporeal existence,
But aim to know you on an entirely new plane,
Just as you will come to be,
May we know you more,
In memory,
Then we ever imagined of possibility.
She thought of us
always,
Out of sight,
never out of mind,
I received from her,
belated Christmas presents
today,
She passed in September,
Ametrine pendant,
And silver bangle,
Elegant,
Priceless,
Timeless,
Like her memory,
Her love
That lives on in and of me,
Though
Out of sight she may be,
She is everywhere in present memory.
How
We made love,
I can’t get out the thought,
The feeling out of my core,
I am drugged by the memory,
Of your body so deep,
Our breaths hushed whispers,
In each other’s ears,
I close my eyes alone,
And still cannot sleep,
My want of you
From afar,
Makes for a maddening insomnia,
Alas,
I have the intimate recollection,
Of your fingers on my skin,
And sleep becomes irrelevant,
For the dream
I’m already in
In this apocalypse
I dream of you,
In daylight hours,
To get me through,
But a memory,
Yet long sustained,
Your touch,
Your taste,
I still maintain
She of Letters 