a four letter outburst

9.22.2014

I wear you around my surrendered paunch

For the first time ever.

Freely, I sit here alone now, naked and beautiful,

The sweet autumn breeze, your exhale, caresses the deep ache of departure

Soothing my questions of validity.

Because the evolution of the heart changes partners

By the second.

I have been blessed for a year.

1.30.2014

i saw you dance
in the eyes of the cat
a voyeur for just two seconds
and then i turned away and just imagined how you moved

i saw you glide over the cracked linoleum
arms raised flowing the a warn ocean breeze
your breasts and belly swell
of many new mothers

and your hips
those hips
so hypnotic
and the source of my adoration

O, how i could see you
with my closed eyes.

1.16.2014

"mostly"

I watch your tail lights leave the lane

You don’t look back

I watch you walk down the corridor

Sometimes you like that

I hear soft quiet moans in the shower

When your pleasure overcomes you

I am your Daddy

Your friend

Sometimes, a great lover

Sometimes I feel I don’t know you at all

Mostly I know you are

Trying,

To be free

To be present

To be loved and adored

Accepted in a way

That your past will be erased

From your mind

And the minds of people

Who do not know

1.07.2014

"below the bassline"

I walk below the bassline

Just below your heartbeat

We have shared the dream of violets

Blooming, castles and motes.

I take these dreams to the winter’s snow

The warmth I feel enough to shed

My clothes and bathe in the falling light

Alone.

12.31.2013

"the fixer"

i drove the nail into the wall
like a plow going through a drift,
hung the pot and looked back, satisfied.

looking around the house
i see nails, bachelor nails. make do gett'r done nails, all about function,
not about grace or style.

and then i see you shaking your head
we are upset and then we laugh.

HELL!
i am not a bachelor anymore.
i smile.

12.12.2013

"how gently . . . the assembly"

this unconventional love

censored love ordinary

together

we look

look away together

in the dark albeit red flame

within all our colours

and tired oscillation’s

there is my fruitless quest for youth

expectation’s disguised in love

“what a man is”

“what a women needs”

written by people

read by people

believed by people

all this is very large to an old man

your old man

who in his heart sets you free to your

generation

praying you find a heart like mine and the body of

Priapus to keep your flame fed

12.06.2013

"cherish the night"

where ever you are tonight
we could leave in the quiet wake

push off from the fear wharf
gently steam into a sunrise unknown

together