I ache
not longing
and not
even missing
for what
is gone
is gone
but for
new which
has yet
to come
Category: Creativity
Intimate (for SweetPea)
And standing
there moist
in towel
you iron
the days
armor as
I sit
sipping watching
wondering knowing
that soon
you will
dress but
in brief
shy interludes
I will
see flesh
that only
the intimate
ever do
Nothing
I keep
looking but
never seeing
that twinkle
of light
upon the
eye of
one that
caught mine
mirroring a
tiny sliver
of Heaven
but now
all I
see is
darkness an
eternity of
no one’s
and nothing
IGuess
I guess
that I
for now
anyway sit
in dark
listening to
Satie remembering
all those
notes that
I used
to play
across the
piano keys
of your
delicate ribs
finally landing
my hand
upon your
chest and
feeling heart
knowing then
you weren’t
a dream
SlowLy
I have recently decided
to slow down my
life to think more
and to breathe more
but dreams well dreams
came before long before
life happened to me
What I find interesting
is that my dreams
from so long ago
have either been forgotten
or fulfilled and now
reside in my memories
which and where I
now enjoy by my
slowing down breathing more
