Do you remember
the jungle
humidity and daily
rains soaked us
feet sloshed like
drunks in mud
Do you remember
we were deep
in the jungle
moving slowly
machete wielding
guides hacked
through the ribbons
and ropes of leafy
vines
Do you remember
the bridge in the
jungle
we found each other
opposites on canyon
cliffs you
on one side
I on the other
a rope bridge was
the only tie
between us rickety
damaged tired
You took the first
step, Romeo

I want to write
you words like
barnacles
hang in my throat
clinging not moving
to you my words
hanging windless flags
can’t seem to find the
shell curve of your
ears I’m a
poet
words are easy
except
now clinging to me
like moss
are my feelings
behind the fence
of my indecision
just know my
love even unsaid
feel my words

I am old
you are
young
like stags
we walk
through
wilderness
with the
knowledge
of the other
My age drips
like sugar plums
yours is passion
and emblazoned
fury
in bed
you lay covered
with crisp sheets
face disguised
pets leaps between
us
removing our
expected
conclusion
passion is a tide
pool filled with many
wonders
I am old
and you are
young
yet aren’t we
simply
children

I am an older
man in life
I’m on the
fairway
hunting
for my ball
golfer balls
whiz
past me confused
I picked up
your ball
through the round
when I stand
on my putting
green
I so hope
that you’ll
be my ball