Everyone
has a place
they call home.
A soft place to fall.
A wanderer
yielding the call of the wild,
strewn about in the wind.
Home: a shadow.
LNB 06/2021
God gives. He takes away. He mostly gives for a little time and takes away forever.
Incomparable!
I never wrote a word about you before.
Your name was never found in my diaries. Neither, did you make it into my attempts at poetry.
Maybe it is because you are poetry: lasting beauty, thrilling, touching, sweet, stunning.
It’s always been a matter of fact you and I. Twelve years feel like nothing when we meet. Surprised it’s been this long, yet feels like yesterday. You are joy, love, intricately uncomplicated.
When you came to me, bright eyed and smiling lips with a hint of honey, you felt comfortable, normal, joyful. Never had I or have I met anyone like you nor been as happy than when I was with you.
You are amazingly dazzling, magnificent and graceful. (Should I add what a BOD and soft skin!) What a time we had! You made me feel beautiful, smart, awesome, so accepting of all of me. We came with baggage but together they were non-existent.
Thank you for reminding me how love could be: simple, easy, uncomplicated, beautiful. Our time together was beyond words and above sex. Riding on the trains to the West side of NYC, painting the streets of the east village, bright yellow, green and red. Rollerblading at fast speed through traffic, on bridges, across highways from Brooklyn to Jersey fully present in our ecstatic wild life. Trouble came, trouble went but always the best life with you and together we held onto each other through it all.
If lust is sin, your embrace was salvation.
With you, I never knew pain or disappointment, always so honest and happy. Mixed signals didn’t exist with us. Every time I think of you, there’s always joy and gratitude. I’m better for having had you!
So many tracks to our wild time and they keep coming! I love you to LIFE!
Whisky’s pain in the rain!
On that train of life That leads to nought but belief The constant is me and my bag of dreams Rise, rise sun Sink, sink moon Up and down Bright yet dark A constellation of time One stands still Against the bold and the meek Away from the tides of bitterness and honeydew Parched I remain The extra ordinary, often out of reach!
Oubli!
Pain!
Pain!
Pain nothing can assuage,
here therein,
within.
Beneath our skin.
We peel,
tear
cut,
inhale,
to exhale.
This is why we do what we do.
Dull the senses.
Imbibe,
rile,
indulge,
hurt the hurt.
Anything!
Something!
Within.
Now.
What annihilates:
it,
this,
us,
now!
Bond!
there’s no being there
when you’re on the phone
no being there
when you’re texting or emailing
no being there
in words
when you
leave a place, any place
when you
by my side, stand or sit
hold my hands
hug me close
in the arena
take space
behold me
still
stand
stay
still
everything fades
mountains shrink
pain is divided
joy is multiplied
no more a thought, a wish, an idea
it’s you
it’s me
linked, tied
together!
